my eyes get tired of looking at the obamachron. it becomes ordinary, monstrous, like the war machine. my eyes get tired of squinting. is my floater growing? the world is too much with us, william wordsworth said, and that was a long time ago, yet it's the same world, so different, expanding and contracting at the same time, bombs and towers, razing and rising, at the same time, built ruins haunted by future ghosts.