Performing Diaspora Poem by Denis Mair

Over the season-scape unscrolling from Mar-pril to Sept-ober

That Nth-order overlay is a net that registers

a state of neutrality, or maybe a disconnect

or maybe it just splays out its own logic

but there is torsion on it, compressing certain points into nodes

each node an N+1-order twistor, extending into a tightly wound space

each one enacting its own different mini-drama

the splay of disconnect is revealed to be a passionate tangle

that thrashes and tumbles on its version of the season-scape