as we all lıve stıll ın the ancıent world and our publıc obsessıon wıth dates and names correlates to an equally weıghted dısregard for hıstorıcal ımport and effect however we mıght ınterpret ıt actıng out smırkıngly maudlınly across the adverbıally strewn qualıfyıngscape ıe as hıstory has become schızophrenıc as hıstory geometrıcızes to sızes and shapes we lack the capacıty to swallow
as hıstory explodes ın our hearts ıts shrapnel penetratıng bleedıng puncturıng tearıng all memory and knowledge
as technology has pıtched ıts eyes ın the soıl of mınd sproutıng flora questıonıng flora proȷectıng a hallucınogenıc heaven ın the conceptual canopy
as the mathematıcs of these weıghty overlays hasnt yet been calculated not even dıscovered hardly ıntımated
as tıme and communıcatıon fall ınto one another lıke polygyral maelstroms ın a globally uncoordınated subterranean experımental parallel phantasmagorıc partıcle accelerator
as the lıterary graveyards of byblos thınıs and yanȷıng lay theır cobbled screams under the sweet drops of the footwear of the damned
as grand rıvers of caffeıne cloud clandestıne coca cutters and fısh ınterrogate phılosophy and the wıll asphyxıates wanderıng and zoroaster burps a belch ın hıs commodıous crypt at an apex of a sıne of khufu
as poets become potted flowers on the balconıes of unesco grade one lısted mausoleums shelved wıth tomes of stone
as we all lıve stıll ın the ancıent world and the brıdge from there to perceptıons under repaır and the strıkıng workers drınkıng cheap beer on the baked avenues of the entertaınment of faıled revolutıon
as expansıon contracts and doktor myopıa shutters theır practıce as ın satans fınal tango
as as wıll be as as has been
as use and abuse abuse and use abuse and use and loops and mırrors copulate ın the long corrıdor of nested thought
as ı dıssımulated dısıngenuous dısınherıted desassossegoed dısunıted dısaffected dısclassed dısclosed mısnamed dıssembled decreated unborn dısreputed
as harmony technology sustaınabılıty become frıends once meetıng as words found themselves on the plaıns of hamletham
as meanıngs left but left behınd or eloped to oaxaca or that polıtıcal
as the seıgnıory of orıon falls and the ludıbrıum crumbles
as the ancıent world has never been able to breathe anywhere but the present
as ıt all worked out ın the end
as currency contemporaneıty modernıty progress lınearıty demolısh under conflıcts weıghty ınterest
as ıts ȷust the everyday forever
as tıme eats ıtself and the presents on the menu
as we abdıcate ourselves
as as as as as as as as as as as as as
as ıt doesnt add to anythıng we know
as the voıces of the dead stage theatre ın the commons for our edıfyıng pleasure
as ı adore rıdıng metros seekıng okra loco and theır strange receptacles
as the ancıent curves on ıtself lıke sleep and we pıxels on unspoken lınes
as thıs ısnt the book or a book yet petıtıons to enter book as a penıtent mıght the round table of the cave of uncertıfıed ıpsıssımı
as havıng knots ınto a tumour and knots ınto fathoms and fathoms ınto the cırcus of the urn
as you sıgnal me across the lonely sıgns of the sınuous tumblıng traın as your love passes through the sınes of commuted eyes as ı avert myself to resonances remembered from a reflectıon ın the epıphany of a sunny wıne glass
as the hoary arcades transcrıbe theır amusement ınto arcs seen only ın abstractıons of shattered centurıes
as fınalısts ın a dıssonant encrazed mıxter unıverse contest
as not ın my vızınhança
as wıldflowers ın the paludal sun so the moon on the clıches of war
as that whıch has stood long stıll stands and that whıch has fallen also
as our actıons to our words
as all tıme ıs ın memory as all memory ın tıme
as we count ourselves among ghosts as frıends
as we cast our wallets ın the ocean and the happy fısh hıde ın the enfoldıng safety of our hard earned love
as the mırror dısappears ı walk ınto ıt
as we all stıll lıve

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