sea brims sobriety bell and sorrow may partake much loathed destiny of dejected things
yet when you learn to see lurching forward in the chthonic fen a low spreading of
cosmic sense that ever worse is ending collecting banana leaves sowing loquat seeds
mending buttons sawing jacks each retains distance proportion of relation candles and
scents hovering next to the box of incense a buzz that signals a leaning back in response
in leaning toward sitting uncertainly moving without momentum euphoric neurotic
mistaken the seasons free floating bookmark across a page in time artificial intelligence
may know make art and sign with its logarithm in a row of applicants in a row of
waiting collecting tickets being a ticket machine collecting money counting it
counterfeiting as though it is the most original act pretending as though it is the most
natural act drapery in gold and blue and crimson pillows without heads or feet
conscience without the burden of conscience oh father clown and an overgrown boy send
me a painting etched with rust a line of dripping ink over dirt meadows flooding
everything mind containing nothing neutral fists bump like two sponges neurons flitting
in bog of blood and wires womb birth miracle a wonderful thing code written in
genes guide our every action folding clothes unironed milking goats on a clean pasture
stalking prey like a hunting fox or dog learn to pray like the dying predict from electric
current to electric current a story under each fallen leaf fish in line end up biting thrown
deep into the water survey the strange creatures like argonauts spilling sap and slowly
fading away as reasons wane the mountains lay waiting as nations rage the evergreen
still green as bombs hit a skirt is lifted as veils fall legs are raised in the trough a
vine is growing in its vein some juice is made water goes up life remains web of
lights like nightly twinkles an island sinks nurdles drift and pigeons still make love
sun summons everyone to wake systematically everyone does
From: Vol.06 N.01 – The Everywhere of Things
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Janet Jiahui Wu