Thursday, March 29, 2012

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Electrical rope binds our dwellings together
our rugs teethed by vac
cleaner sucklings
the dents in a map
flick lights bioluminous

In our headgear we can touch
more forms at once
black lipstick red tape, simultaneity
the cats on the sills
the lizards in glass
can feel vibrato sanctum shriek, our tearing loose
from cornerstones, silent as space weather

As the discovery of dark matter
lifts up a labyrinth of connectivity
our closeness to vastness, no outer
with the harp strings taut of DNA unwound
the desert plain of lightyears
sucks up the narcotic blitz
we took to approach it
and just keeps drinking

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