I can feel you
like an alien flag
planted in my skull
piercing through the flesh
we enter this fiction
gladly allowing our thoughts
to slather narrative structure
over life and chance
there is only motion
just the one but
then all is moving
like a shook bottle
the shape of trees
suggests randomness that does
not exist in nature
only structure and choice
Monday, March 23, 2009
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