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A being creates itself
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Make me the maker and I would cut you and shape you in a factory line.
To control perspective is to limit in a factory line.
Living on land, I forget sea and sky.
Living on land, I forget the rest.
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What is seen when we see a pinpoint light at tunnels end? We’re all standing in a row, staring at it and I hear…
Next is a thud and we all shake and I try to project my pinned body through the pinpricks in cloth. The sounds of mortar being scraped behind me, I bend back.
They’re working light-years above us.
I want to drop to my knees. I want to remember the sounds behind the wall.
Somewhere there in a field, our keys are hanging like feet, drying on a line from the clean after locking all the homes and the offices. I’m waiting for the bricks to fall about us all like raindrops, for my body to thin itself out and find it’s way through the eye of a needle.
Fingers first. Cement last.
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"It's very hard and it's very complicated!"
Laughter when I shudder the hardest. I don't need a sign, I'm simply not moving.
Put one in front, pull the other ahead as another sun sets on a two-word page.
Spoken like plastic dissolves.
Beauty is smoke in this world, gone as the words I have to torture until reality falls out, until I pry at the casing.
If the problem gets solved...if the problem gets solved. I'll choke on your puzzles to get to the answers.
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Nereid demonstrates
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Philia
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Men of the same tree shiver in their clothes, under the flags of their own cracked roads.
Severing nerves and roots for tubes and wires.
Even the earths breath needs a respirator some day.
Ask the buildings, their smoke filters to recognized shapes, a response to worry: "This is the state, unscathed."
(The meaning of connection is redefined. Love is best expressed as a waste of hours traded in at a bank.)
Fire used to sleep to incinerate the dark.
Greed left smoke in the twilight.
Instinct left waste to the rivers.
(Virginia, there is a Satan, severing nerves and roots for tubes and wires.)
Send me the seraph, walking the tight line to wipe the blood staining our heels.
Take my hand, prepare for the end of the thread.
Convey the secrets of our dreams, hand in hand, vessel of eternal home is in our palms.
It is reality, grand on a scale to never topple.
You'll fall beneath the weight, I'll be underneath past generations.
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A lifespan is not a lament and you can’t point to anything without a lifespan.
Exodus to Genesis, what else needed to be written?
All the names, bodies passed on by the hands of ghosts to an il-luminescent chain.
This too passes. Not without passion. Not without a call to coding survival.
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Solomon Solomon Annandale, Virginia
Solomon Solomon was an emo hardcore punk band from Annandale, VA. Live shows usually include guitarist Ted Gordon giving a heartfelt speech on the state of punk and his life.
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