...as ancient philosophy asks DNA nine centuries before.
no parents at all. the full psychogenesis is only a wound against ocean blue,
a mountain where predictions were free to lose their Zen.
aesthetics or pistons, a creation orphaned by sly tongues, nothing to zero.
east or west, the varicose machine switches names, clouds at random
to striate the womb away. so we all have zig-zagging days and
pores of green. simple patterns swell a watery permutation,
a crest beneath what is tomorrow. blackened words for 'liminal.'
Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteRefreshing and striking. A superb cut-up.
laffs!
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scary thing is, ive done so many cut-ups over the years, i just write like that now...laffs!!...this isnt a cut-up
im going to cut this up and post it to Translated Text later...stay tuned for the mess :D
Robert!
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