Saturday, May 02, 2015


I am both weak and strong.
I can throw the elephant over a wall,
and I always forget.

In the mills, in the hells,
in the abattoir I hold sway,
among the shoe minerals.

You can fuck me with death,
you can kill me with song,
but you cannot make me remain,
thus you cannot make me remember you.

The hand's map is written in a forest tangle.
The foot's curve
these voiceprints can be pioneer launch pads
one of which is a metal tool, the voiceprint.

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