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Fresh blossoms. No thought of falling. Behind closed eyelids, Smoke. |
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[South China Sea, 2004 February 01]
Amoeba islands, emerald eyes Fringed white, Immaculate clichés odorless and cool From eleven thousand meters up. |
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White lacquer sliding On the scallops of the sea. The billion silver slippers of the moon Wet to the depth of the world. |
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This is the warmth that shares, The fatigue That does not doubt its purpose. Long after midnight, Hope is a thin thread of light, A promise of sleep Somewhere beyond these anxieties. There will be easier nights. Tonight we know That milk is made from blood. |
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She's standing at the counter, fairly serious, Lips pursed, filling in a form - A minion of the quotidian, A functionary of the realms of order, The output of the input of the timeclock. She is pregnant. In a world without clocks Something which is not yet someone Is swimming. Five centimeters - Mozart the Fish, evolution's astronaut, Infinite in the confines of Mother Earth, Alive within the oceans of her pulse. Later, it will be simplified: Name, rank and serial number. It will be dumbed down, constrained To pay taxes, build cruise missiles, kill cockroaches And bow down to God. It will be colonized by the minor technicalities Of speech, fashion sense, resumes and toilet training. But that comes later. For the moment, it is suzerain, An empire of metabolizing iron, Replicating Parthenons, building Constellations of significance. Five centimeters of infinity, Dynastic inheritor, Building from the debris of the stars Its seven days. |
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Relaxed within razors. Attuned to the heartbeat of silence, The ecstasy of zero. Remote and immediate. At rest in the diameters of infinity, In the galactic environment of the sun. Awake within a waking dream, Riding the amplitudes of darkness, Soaring on the thermals of created thought, Here and now, but also Elsewhere, Partaking of worlds both visible And worlds beyond: The fictions of probability And the flesh of fact. Below, the baked potato cottages Where the flinching poets Scratch their lice and crack the blood from fleas, Yearning for warmer breadcrumbs, Softer beds. Appetite is knowledge. Rage is life. Now is the moment which consumes. Force and focus. Silence feeds the anger of the javelin, Fire transforming fire, Thunder claiming, Forcing the gates of symbol To the doors of fact. The drifting aftermath ... The skinless algebra of gravity, The intricate insanity of gold. |
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