Tuesday, December 30, 2008

I can't speak any more

End up having to simply communicate with signs.

Whoever first perused iconology
has led us down a terrible path ...

But how torrid, and obscene!

I don't hide from them, but they all
seem to hide from me.
I keep the chest open, lungs bursting away
hard at whatever important work

they seem to be doing.

Full industrial capacity,
parents snoring,
children working,

all eight hearts pulsating

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