[i], …
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
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