The Soft Path (invoking the Eightfold Path of the Buddhists, as well as a softer way to approach history, self, other, and big tech) is a brilliant work poetic and psychic displacement, a molecular lament for a world populated, but not peopled, by drones, radar, satellites, and radio transmissions, all of which chafe at if not destroy the otherwise-resilient "boot-code" logic of the heart. Harmon invites us gaze upon a world where natural ecologies, linguistic propositions, and the war machine collide, beneath the cold veneer of a "semantic, insomniac sky." But between the Stevensian blanket of snow and the legions of those rendered worthless by capitalist imperatives and debt/credit cycles, there remains a "password protected" path where speakers such as Harmon's, equally beset by an "impermanent sincerity," can meet together, in a lone field of "elsewhere and otherwise," if not soar.