Part One:

i am now nothing more than breathing bleeding paper

justice beheld within a grip of pen
Truth lies within the crush on tablet of pen

to tell you why tears have not fallen within the hand of pen

my hopes lie within pen
my limit is in only the pen

i am nothing more than evacuated prison dust

nothing am i without pen
my redemption rise realises with pen

the thoughts of an honor i did not experience has pilfered the web

crying & shame again & again & no one cares no one wonders

giant mattresses are snowflakes from the sky

i sleep on every single one until they crash into a leaveless tree branch & i start again
this time looking higher into the sky to sustain joy for the ride down until we collide again into an electric wire stemming off the pole routed onto this canopy which then strings around unto the back to where it goes

i do not know

i am now a black malcontented notebook
loveless & unattracted

i am not hair
i am not drugs
i am not semen
i am not the designed vagina

to virginize to puritize to realize to humanize

i cloth

cloth does not lie
cloth does its job
cloth is quiet even in rips apart
there is grace to its inevitable tatteredness
cloth continues where the majesty refuses
cloth is every color
cloth is every man
cloth is the fabric of modernization done right
cloth makes me laugh
it hugs me
it washes me
even when i'm not there

i am not THEN digital time
i am not THEN the warm floor
i am not THEN the clean window
i am not THEN the great snow
i am not THEN the tropical wind

cloth is if no nation
cloth is of no god
cloth is the leaf yet carries no shame
cloth is the automobile we never made
cloth is the department store in heaven
cloth weaves nirvana & suffering with a
pleasant red white & blue fucking bow
cloth is more than a good idea tested well past two hundred thirty some odd years & is not discouraging to its founding maker

cloth was good then & is good now

steam engine cotton gin automation digitalisation

be damned

PLEASE BE DAMNED!

Dam the information
Dam the highways
Dam the airwaves
Dam the next thing you can think of

Dam your consciousness
Dam your stream
Dam your colon
Dam your eyes
Dam your nose
Dam your pores



Part Two:

your fingers
will become
tired &
soon
you will
eat them
because
in the
future you will
not
need
them

fingers & mittentoes & bikinishoes & kittenscarves & wolves talking & new suits & nude thoughts & screams

we will
all
be one
big pile of
boneless
matter plugged
into a
generator
much like the
apocalypse
where we
will have
books read to us all day but
never
shown the
pictures because we
cannot handle the
responsibility

there will be shivering from both isolation & ejaculation

there will be embarrassment & shame
and those who do not will die sooner

albeit less painful

then there is the conceited

those whom hoot & hollar
those in ironic counterculture cliques
those whom glorify sex & activity
those who are not represented on primetime television
those whose money means nothing yet is green just the same
those loud quiet generationless ghosts of the future
those to be tortured & not know it
to be suffocated by the loud majority
to be degenerated & distilled
into something shapeless & ironic
over & over
to fight in self wars for no reason
but to die

for quality control
for quantity control

for a population shoved under the overhaul

because you cannot build a wall from inside

a riot act will be invented & then
a riot will occur

they will declare marshall law & mortality
rates will
climb

like our beloved stock market
like the american dollar value



Part Three:

as black & white make
gray
creme & chocolate make
caramel
& earthen beauty is in
the caramel

it will become the spectrum
abolished
the answer to the
prayer
we only found out through
plants

within jewelry & trash we have found

the divine grail

no holding back
NOW

we destroy every live
we destroy every doctrine
we ignore every prophecy & venture
down a route that is
not on a map

hell

it is not under the map
it is in fact no where
because it goes against everything we've ever decided

it destroys legacy
it destroys family
it destroys history

it is the last season

it is the seventh sign
it is the eighth sign
it is the perpetual rain into
the pool
overflowing with bounty & provocation

it is the food without wrapper
it is riches without coin

it is authentic
it is destiny
it is in the crossroads

and in the crossroads is not
dissention or confusion or decision or choice

there is no conundrum or debate
there in no unanswerable dilemma


Part Four:

i say
Love is as is

is overhuman Love is i say
i say is overhuman is as is
Love is i say
a selfless Love is as is i say is i say aware i say
an eternal Love is i say is i say forever i say
a truthful Love is i say is i say in the eye i say
a loving Love is i say i say
a tasty Love say i say with a mouth to full i say is
a juicy Love say i say i say i bleed for more i say
a delicious Love say i say of drips down my eye's spine i say
i say a serendipitous Love say i say dizzy lucidity i say
i say a velvet Love is i say is i say is felt in every which way
i say...


firm.
filling.
slow
moving.
Love
is
as
is
i
say.

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