music can be about beautiful, beautiful, beautiful repetition.
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My lungs hurt
but I shouldn’t stop typing
shouldn’t stop asking Them what’s wrong
I couldn’t possibly stop
the “How can I be better?”
I apologize, I meant
“How can I consume every living thing in the universe?”
Many economists and spiritual leaders are now recognizing externalities to growth, such as:
– Death
In the night heat of my bedroom, I am dreaming of:
The future explorers finding a cardboard sign
encapsulated in the plastic ocean
blood of The Former Mother,
tilting it up to the phosphorescence to read,
“NOT ON DRUGS
WILL WORK FOR GOOD WATER.”image credit
Hsin Wang | De-Selfing -
Your journey is learning quickly:
THEY squint at questions Elders Taught for eons
as Their Eyes widen at The vanishing Horizon of answers
to notice Teachings like:
do not cut The body or The shall-not-be-named
gloaming in the repetitions
will fold its origami intelligence
inside The slit that goes unrepaired
Then The Ecdysiastic math begins:
7 swallows, 13 fires, and 42 fangs like needles
but no sugar in between Your back molar
no, no, The holes in Your shells aren’t portals
for chemicals with chemical
attitudes slithering under landfills
that The Elders answer for when
The children returning begin weepingimage credit
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