Anatolia from Future Deserts by Hourloupe

The toddler physicist reaches into his diaper

His fecal equation describes
Certain prismatic properties of time

When it dries he shines a toy flashlight at the wall

Color bars weave demarcations of which he has no grasp at all

Future. Past. Now.

When he presses the key on a toy piano
As he does from time to time

He intuits that in this note a previous note
Is implied, as is a next

His brow knitted, he bounces in his bouncy swing
Working out how this should be represented

Through the pool of milk dribbled from the nipple of his bottle
He drives a mini-truck

Dual sets of curves portray how the Neolithic past
Aligns with future deserts in Anatolia

He is in the ancient city

He pulls a wheeled duck on a thread

That quacks and flaps its flippers
With each turn of its circular feet

There are no streets

The citizens had to scramble from their apartments
On ladders
And walk across their neighbors’ roofs to exit

He knows that at one time
The inhabitants burned their dead
Just below the floors where they lived

He’s in the structure now, floating in space

He is naked on his belly lying on a pelt

Protruding from the wall in the photo is a set of bronze horns

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