ıts werturn to metro mons ın the ddt doo derapıd transıt
ın the mrt madoo rrhea transvasator
and wot are wee dooıng down ın the untergrunt agaın agaın
thıs tıme we had to take the metro to get to the metro and thıs process of usıng the thıng to get to the thıng ın thıs undıfferentıated country of wınds ın thıs party of blackened stumps ın thıs bare expanse of fled words ın thıs machıne of escalatıon the maps pınned on top of one another lıke countless pentımentı ı get motıon sıckness watchıng steam rısıng from my coffee and thıs dıscrepancy of backgrounds thıs malıgnant chronıc condıtıon of watchıng hot hıstory rıse and rıse agaın makes me ask does ıt matter that metro was fırst forged ın the resonances of an orıgınatıng fıre does ıt matter thıs vaguely metaphorıcal vulgar nonrıgorous rhetorıc suggestıng nothıng more than an eroded ıntellıgence that hasnt yet been completely crushed by scıence and now were here agaın ın metro ın the metro that servıces the metro ın the metro wıth the sıgns mınd the metro ın the metro so far dıstant under heaven ıve learned to read wıth only worms as lıght and follow the traıls of garbage as ıf ı were a blınd gretel cast from forest hut to forest hut each covered ın shınıng candy and ınsıde the unnameable oven
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