I've had this dream I couldn't find Yemen.
I mean, I can't-- I dreamt it, too.

A soft contralto, with Italian, asks me if I know
that the sun rises and sets with Yemen.

I remember scurrying in the dataflow.
Immersion within systems of shock within systems.

Yemen. Yellow Yemen. Yellow, Yiddish Yemen
in the Yemen afternoon tomorrow; not today--

Today, the Mosque is a Mosque among atheists.
There will be gas riots. God America Love.