So we moved into the new place at 2416 W. Leland Ave. in Chicago. It's huge and great and we'll be staying here for a long time. I'm just too damned tired from unloading the truck to tell you anymore right now. I'll post pictures later. Here's a new poem:

All two point six million fans are spinning
on their axis, growing larger in number every day.
We transport our bodies
from one box to the next, cooled by freon,
operating, resting, travelling.
Shuffled feet kick up dust, stripped of all moisture
in this place. The body is mostly water,
thoughts creep through the spaces in between.
In this place there is only carbon.
People man the machines. We need more power,
more fluid.
Pipe it in and let the mosquitos breed at the puddles
where the tube meets the mountain.
Their eggs waterborne, they are transients here.
They will move on once tremendous losses to their colony
have been suffered.
The fans spin faster all the time.