Wednesday, April 25, 2012


billion-time blinking
flickering fields
born into form
forming forms formed from former formulas
vast expansion outward
saturation or
the epithelium limits of respiration

the gloved hand
handing gas filled rooms
over to pointed-collision conclusions
the gloved hand
handing out doom
because there’re always things to be done
and always hands to do them

like handing out balloons
like balloon-headed councils
like bundled balloons vying for more space
like space invaders
like invasive species
like the turbulent storm system
that is my body
or the feedback loop
i call my mind
or the exhaust produced
the exhaust produced
exhaust produced.
a substance,
oftentimes mistaken
for important thoughts.

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