now how do you
(renege, renegotiate)
a childhood contract
not things are ideas
but their names
not the sounds
but the words
as printed, as scrawled
or now, as scrolling down
or falling off
a virus infected screen
is it gift or bondage
that had all these years
turned all experience
into a sightless terror
a thoughtscream that
finally had no words?
now renounce, rejoice
that words except
when they come humbly
as servants of thought
or as wallpaper patterns...
November,1994
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