This poem resists that idea in that it is basically one big animated gif and it just runs. It cannot be paused, lines cannot be reread at will; it is an entity, and in order to review any small part of it, one most review it in its totality. In order to write it down, ultimately, I viewed the piece about thirty-five to fourty-five times, able to write only about one or two lines down at a time before having to restart it. By the end of this process, I had most of the poem memorized, and at pace with the change of the lines on the screen. Thus, even though the poem seems to resist the reader's control or involvement, I became very invested in it.

I think I felt almost challenged to delve into it. This might possibly be because of the seemingly resistant facade, or as a result of the calm pace and visual openness; the text is small and black and appears in a large white space with birds lining the left side, slightly fading out.