ENTROPY GARDEN by Matthew Smart We talk about progress but the only thing we've learned is how to build better sandbags. Lounge a while. Abandon the fight with me, amongst the vines. Dirt multiplies, like everything not dead. There are sparks flicking all around us: radio waves, wifi networks, light. Neutrons birthed in distant novae. All the crosswise flame lines on your old VHS tapes slide upwards like flattened angels. You are nothing but heat that hasn't yet bled away. I am nothing but heat, chilled tonight. And that river will always flood. We'll cry and scamper and dodge, then rush to reclaim our bogged futures. But tonight let the TV stutter its snow into the distant dark. Maybe someone will see it blink, and wonder. Gyroscope Review - page 31 !