The switch to turn off the world

This is by Richard Hoffman, friend of my favorite poetry prof who sometimes sends these things out, from his book Without Paradise.

"SO WHAT"

Here is a tiny weapon, devastating, undetectable.
Here is the switch to turn off the world.

The demise of an ancient question;
the voice no longer rises,

and a black hole, antimatter, widens
like a desperate pupil in the sudden dark.

Wow, thanks

I got a much more helpful person on the phone at the mortgage company today, who told me they were already working to get that $900 back into my escrow account where it belongs! Yay! Apparently they think they can do this, and of course they are large and powerful where I am small and clueless, so perhaps they really can. :)

This is a very good thing, not least because they couldn't give me a copy of the check they wrote, which the city was asking for--( weird stuff about how property taxes really work. )

I had dreams about large spiderwebs last night. Large funnel webs, to be specific, near something I would have liked to get close to and pick up (a book I left in a field or backyard?). Sigh. I hate that.