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Black Atlantic Sky
Is perpetual motion My own body sending out the signal to kill off the cell Your history Any someone else's Happening simultaneously To be caught on something A series of embarrassing travesties, one after the other Patterns of turtles A first word-- Aren't you supposed to be out... killing things? Like lemmings running up a cliff Missile silos implode in North Dakota Copping the absence As I shrunk back in horror at the use I was making of my intelligence-- The sound of hail on rooftops Regurgitates its details The feather teetering at the edge of the window A duty-bound flickering In tentative disparity The mirror in the garbage The politics of harmony, of discord A fried egg burning in the sky You learn a lot by noticing what does not happen to someone / yourself Benefits from public interference Like a stone skipped over the surface of life The build up of intervals... Not possible... Killed by a rubber bullet The value reduced in direct proportion to the amount of money applied to it. Birds are some ancient shit War, used to prevent social equality Transfer points Like common tones Rany races and ages and languages traveling freely all that distance Reincarnation I keep beating my head against As a form of compression Seagulls Spring melting slush Walking across the moon in her space boots Steal blank tapes... Folding up my body to use later The energy, the frustration, put it into the appliance! Like an artichoke... Above the ocean My ancestors To be free From this possession An experience which is a kind of thought I wake in a room alone The persistence of sensation ...an obscuring pressure They accept the most violent contradictions They admit impossibilities They disregard knowledge They reveal us as ethical and moral idiots Who has put the truth of the material where You are the illumination of this discovery The cracked glass of the door (Bourgeois rain) Intersection of steep streets Where individuality is contained For who (spider web) The totality of the door My being is an egg To distrust voluntary and involuntary will Attention, oil money, genetic engineering The fire could mean anything We calculate without hesitation that 3+3=20 And a dog quotes a line of poetry A spiritual automation The announcers voice brakes in The next moment there is a shift in the kaleidoscope, and we are faced with a new grouping I cannot miss another opportunity like that A matter of great importance goes unremarked So the speed and control over the finest and most intricate details Of intellectual apprehension actually renders one stupid. This assemblage of feelings The pungent transformation of this stagnation, the realization strewn from this mistake This naivete, repackaged This poisoned water To go under things, rather than over Like a rope Bright mustard fields Excretions of thought that have been stifled at birth A series of conditions of ever increasing wakefulness The source of levity, the flammable curiosity The welcome corrosion This objective, internal current examines you across languages Determined by wavelengths Like the germs of life The bouncer has gone completely out of control
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