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primordial existencei remember the day we vesseled our miscarriage
into the banner of rest.
we struck your fossilized eyes
at the core of our nuclear winter, buried in the brotherhood
of a thousand industrialized, crawling suns-
but these tomorrows only trialed
the inconsistency of young communication, of
replacing weeping angels by grave with
plastic roses. of clocking the reversed stature
and foregone insistence of raising left hands
to dead gods. and when we meter
cursor lights with its waking blinks
compounded by millenniums and eons and times
before the fallout, before the indolent hereafter,
our war of thin metal and curious mistrust
on essencebut first, kiss my dopamine--
rest your untiring hands on this swelled belly: feel me
as i swallow oceans whole enough
to condensate these north pacific skies, and accept
petrichor’s last offering.
so kindly are these breaths
left to lay rest
on the beds of noetic trees, let us watch
as they breathe,
let us watch as they breathe;
tasting the oxygen
swirling at the back of our throats:
i love how simply the lull of your voice
bathes me in laconic moonlight
how this longing slows time two degrees below
the sixth of listening to mountains grow
pieced is this slow-beating
apologetic metronome, teethed and
the birth of strugglelisten: we are but simply
listlessly drunken tragic historians, and these
jaded bones seek to unravel
the space in time between antediluvian soil
and ingested sun. they seek
to measure, reinvent, and project the reciprocal
cause and effect of our beings as sound. they
coil and ignite, purging cortexial limbs by flame
of hedonistic tendency and
incandescent prowl. the ash of this poetry
will be teemed unclosed to undone,
scattered and doubled in the design of the sacrificial eyes
of Dajabón. we parry what is perceivable
by essence; the toned actuality of naked
light, and shelve our disclaim by means
of the lapsing efficienc
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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