To unlock predisposives in carbon
to cancel sleep as pyretical drachma
not as transaxial summa
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Here I am
posing in a mirror of scratch paper sonnets
sonnets as rare
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Those who glance about me
who cease to see inside the Sun
who cease to imagine its destabilized pre-quanta
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It is the way I breathe
through chronic terrifying ferns
through a black ungracious stoma
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No
he is not an urn singer
nor does he carry on rapport
with negative forces within extinction
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It is farming in an inclement sun system
like a powerless nether beast
fallen amidst random stellar debris
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To peer into the obverse
into smoking cane field erratums
as if haunted with the steamy colitis of whirling iridium
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The wings pierce as if they were eternity.
—Shuzo Takiguchi
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In the mirror of excessive drift
there exist those values
which exist within schisms
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