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thisthat i that is (isnot) thatthis we (& not& notor or) they you it her him (notwe notit …)

turned to death like avocados

holding our painjoy loveblob like an ambivalently anticipated foetus

                  {so many negations}

i am not the iota and the zeta

i am an iota

                  {has this growing heap of maps made any difference?}

aside from common base animal survivalist functions which mindlessly tyrannically inform us our preservation is essential – though reason knows it isn’t and consciousness may suggest our annihilation is essential or at least more necessary than its perpetuation  – what of this species we’re cast into is worthy of continuance and can this worth (if it exists) be fostered without what has seemed to this point to be its inevitable violent and oppressive corollaries?

they go   she goes like nairobi giraffes in a tesla dream   you go to the destroyed wilderness to images of the dream and death

  world whose mute noise struts a random script

  words whose laughter hides a bloody game

  time that bit of celery stuck between some teeth

  offending doctors in a dream

but dreams (these horrors speaking grammars incompatible)

offend themselves in nests no bird would nest

what are the measures of a culture’s robustness and security?

and we (cards in shuffling decks) ourselves

seem unoffended by offense’s defense

he (but is it he?) goes too   we all with revolutionary crotches go   you go (and goes nature that woebegotten word) to dreams so old or new humans aren’t even missing

its choreography of the voices of the othervoiced?

so this is that and it is she or zeta’s death and mute the bird

or not (but who can tell?)

{science like a myth portends to tell}

{the merriment you hear is false  it is not genuine  it is empty}

that nutribullet’s waiting for me like an armistice

and visions like an outhouse being dug

the unmeasurable?

… continue in that way of uncontinuing unways of sadoo