Billy Ramsell’s second collection has been six years in the making. The poet’s methodical approach is reflected in a book that feels thematically coherent from the outset; almost like a concept album. There’s an allegorical beast lurking beneath the surface of this collection, a beast made of wires and cables and QR codes we read without realizing. It rears its head occasionally to remind us of its presence, but for the most part we’re lost in the surface language, lulled by its musical rhythms and surprisingly delicate imagery. This is an immersive collection, one that teaches you its language before ejecting you, leaving you with a heightened awareness (or perhaps suspicion) of the world in which we live.