NEU/E
2008

Four things I hold

Dear to me

Four systems of function

Render me anonymous.

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Who is holier

Than he

Who speaks in rhyme?

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I sit as an observer

My eyes set upon nature

Closeted

My thoughts vary in magnitude

My voice is carried with a soft breath

In the hope that father will find

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Faultless

Yet it is he who

Seeks my praise.

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Fluid breath

Of spring

Twilight extends

Beyond

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Nectar of life

Brings to union

Hand and heart.

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I lock horns to kill off

Any remnants of dignity

I battle head-to-head

With those who coincide with me.

//

Fight

Again we fight

A new terror to come ashore

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Sing

And again we sing

Across oceans my song of folklore

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To rest

Again laid to rest

These infants who lived before

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Time

There is no time

But to dream of a life no more.

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If I am one

Then I am the sum of my parts

Two halves

That assume one façade

One façade that equates

To a whole

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But what entity is this

If the quality of each part

Is unaccountable

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I think therefore I am

Or I think because I am

Programmed?

//

Incidental / accidental

Which is definite

The smashed head upon the floor

Or the motion of the fall?

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Flowers

(colour and scent)

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Bees

(colour and buzzing sound)

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Hive

(colour, buzzing sound and scent of honey).

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I am unknown to myself

But not to you

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The clarity of my voice

Is like the rhythm of a trance

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It fixates you

While I cast a spell

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You listen to me

As I annihilate you.

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Dreams materialize

Like an answered prayer

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I sleep while I feel

All the emotions of being

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Yet this body is

At a standstill

-

I feel drunk and sober

At this point simultaneously

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Conversations

Whispered into my ear

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Molestations occur

Without my warrant

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So dreaming is what I want

As dreaming is to be.

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Captive in a moment

Singular

-

Held at ransom

Plural.

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Modifications

Come at a price

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A constitution derived from grass and weed.

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I shall let my spine dictate

where I go and when I shall leave

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How to lean on top of my table

How I recline on an empty chair

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I shall dominate the north

And abandon the south

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I shall harvest the crops

Under the twilight

-

And disintegrate

Like the morning dew.

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Salome of my own imagination

Jesus from a much-needed faith

Holy trinity I stole from a pedestal

Berlin I came without opposition.