NEU/E
2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Four things I hold
dear to me:
four systems of function
that 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—

faultless.
Yet it is he who
seeks my praise.

 

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 Fluid breath
of spring,
twilight extends
beyond.

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.

 

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Fight
Again we fight,
a new terror to come ashore.

Sing
And again we sing,
across oceans, my song of folklore.

To rest
Again laid to rest,
these infants who lived before.

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.

But what entity is this
if the quality of each part
is unaccountable?

I think, therefore I am.
Or I think because I am
programmed? 

 

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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)

Bees
(colour and buzzing sound)

Hive
(colour, buzzing sound, and scent of honey) 

 

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I am unknown to myself,
but not to you.

The clarity of my voice
is like the rhythm of a trance.

It fixates you
while I cast a spell.

You listen to me
as I annihilate you. 

 

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Dreams materialize
like an answered prayer.

I sleep while I feel
all the emotions of being.

Yet this body
is at a standstill.

I feel drunk and sober
simultaneously.

Conversations
whispered into my ear.

Molestations occur
without my warrant.

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.

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.

How to lean on top of my table,
how I recline on an empty chair.

I shall dominate the north
and abandon the south.

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.