Alexander Duncan (April 9,1954 / Toronto, Ontario, Canada)
I experience the slick of my brain,
I realize my wounds.
Either slips back.
Ecstatic perhaps, my brain
I see the body experienced.
The serpent knows.
I can't, disappearing along
Evolution, slowly coated
By facts, backgrounds, anything.
I recognize and state the fact.
The room is raised in feet.
The sensation of my arm happens.
Psychotic, primitive, superior, anything,
Simultaneously OM, paradoxically
Appears in my vision.
Without a future, everything slips.
My mane-shaped existence
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