Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The Void a la Void

In now here's middle, learn
To trust the traitors against
Whatever burly nation state
Of mind threatens your heart

Healthy awareness of being
Something mysteriously unlike
Your self, "a trolley for bacteria"
Who outnumber the selves

You shed indifferently. Magic is
The explanation we invoke
To square our social human
Explanations of the inhuman

We inhume in our own skins.
I am happy for reasons that defy
Me. I float, the conjury of cells
And cultures, vaporous, over me.

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