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Earth: mother earth
was. Pangaea
was and Gondwana
was broken from Pangaea
from Pangaea Laurasia
from Pangaea Laurasia
Ma all was broken into pieces
Pangea was
and Gondwana was broken from Pangaea
the universe expands
the conditional
void, locked
in time, twisted in
the human measurement earth’s
loneliness, emptiness, earth’s
abandoned lonely lunacy
time, the human era the anthropocene
adrenaline, adrenaline was
swirls, swirls
the milky way’s
spiral structure, poisonous swirls were
hamster wheels, the mobius strips’
which happened, it happened and happened
pattern light, bright lattice bright
which happened, it happened and happened
pattern light, bright lattice bright
where eye light fractured into prisms
where the bloodhound
whose eye had burst insomnia
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whose eye had burst insomnia
F
also the cheaters were, the cheaters
in an opportunistic flood wave, shock wave was
waves and in the waves wading after
the anti-information board’s green
or gray censorious praxis tags
after wet crackers in the head during
the press conference, paper bullets fired against
the foreign ministry’s cheating oil deals
iron ore, profit, fabrications
the fiction that the only thing that was
was the only possible path through
deforestation, iron ore
the arms factory and the shrewdness
shrewdness was; Operation Paperclip
the antitank rifle Carl Gustaf in Kashmir
the anniversary was, anniversaries
iron ore, the decision mid-summer
regarding the german soldiers’ safe transit
across the tracks between the Norwegian
and Finnish border Svea
butterflies, butterfly mine
dams were; labyrinthine
echo chamber
the shivering; the capsules; semi
prone; flood delta the situation
could be assessed based on their love
usually they came out to dance and listen
—when we played and no one came
the soldiers knew that action would follow
the Syrian troop’s human shields
a fine wreath of children
clinging to the tanks to not
be shot into the head
there was, in the factory and the factory
outside the factory walls
the profit margin, the human factor
what had become reasonable in as things stand
full speed ahead, legitimate answers, weak
levees Katrina
M
Ma—
I see
through the open gate
I build a threshold
no it can’t be written
it can’t be written
I can’t
I can’t
it should not be possible to write
how can I be where the poem is
death
death I want to be
if you are
death/there
hazy sunlight
there is no here where I am
violence can’t be ordered like that
like the poem imagined itself
what is left here
it is heavy
it is very difficult to be in
it does not want to communicate
each order becomes an ordering of death
but there is no order here
no order to rest no order to a rose
I can’t think I don’t know
where I am I don’t know how to
read the emblems as cracks
or force them into rose, read
the frozen images or freeze my love
in anger/in my hands in the snow
there is no distance
how can events be worded
links in what continues there night
is my only way to close my eyes
where everything that is is inability
which is inertia, mute facial walls
I don’t want to write this
I don’t want to make myself write
I’m disgusted by this wording
an act of violence the order
of death to peace
