Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Archeology
Is there freedom
in anything?
Syntax
in the body?
The river
means nothing.
It has written
your ruinous
faces over
the solar system's
inner-fur.
What does it mean
to be a mastodon?
What does it mean
to be phantasmal,
cognitive, rickety?
What is in
the spinal cord?
A tiger,
the skin
in waves,
to be sniffed
out in the dead ether.
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