Thursday, January 30, 2014


                                I saw a nature documentary about nature in general called
                                "of everything only an infinitesimal part's not elsewhere,"

                                inset with kneecaps shattered by an email - these are the risks

                                we take. 
                                Wake up!

                                It's Tuesday, I don't know what day it is, hold that thought,

                                on second thought don't -

                                Light dilates here as it contracts somewhere else.

                                Walk us through it, the audience begs the dreaming speech. 

                                Are lungs considered guts?

                                Is an ear a digit or a limb?

                                I'm sitting here in sweatpants, fused to the present

                                but not to its tense, in allowance and effort's sanguine lack;

                                there may be lots to toggle back 

                                and forth about 
                                but come to think of it.

                                "Though the species is in me, I am neutral" (Stephen Rodefer).

                                Such flex!

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