Friday, May 12, 2017

Language Is a Limestone Cave, and Every Thought's a Signifying Fossil

Long as weeds and green grass grow
I'll signify more and more.
If you say I can't, I've died,
You don't know who is this I.
There's no body can contain
This monkey in the distance.
I'm branch to branch, chance to chance

Brain to brain, and brain to brain.
The lion of awareness
Lit to rage by my nonsense
Was still caught in the lion
Pulped by this elephant world.
The lion sought revenge, but
I've found another lion.

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