Your
teddy bear grew large enough,
with his expanded lap, to hold you up
and hold you back before you made
the choice to promulgate your final act,
with his expanded lap, to hold you up
and hold you back before you made
the choice to promulgate your final act,
whose
repercussions even now exact
your fragmented attention. Here’s what
you believe about intelligence today:
your fragmented attention. Here’s what
you believe about intelligence today:
its
sway is every bit as analytic as the tests
of it you took believed it was, though
mightily relieved by brave imagination –
of it you took believed it was, though
mightily relieved by brave imagination –
whose
relation to your teddy bear
is absolute: which is to say: there’s
nothing you have loved or known,
inanimate or prone to pushing you
around, in which you haven’t found
the means of being. And that’s the final
act you’re seeing splay itself across
your stage: whose rage is mitigated
by the cosseting of your enlarging
teddy bear’s fine plush behind. (Your
nap is done now, darling: never mind.)
is absolute: which is to say: there’s
nothing you have loved or known,
inanimate or prone to pushing you
around, in which you haven’t found
the means of being. And that’s the final
act you’re seeing splay itself across
your stage: whose rage is mitigated
by the cosseting of your enlarging
teddy bear’s fine plush behind. (Your
nap is done now, darling: never mind.)
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