.
Haphazard processes, creations idly
stopped
just as they’d started forming,
sometimes
saddled with accoutrements to whose
unfathomable use you can’t imagine
.
ever warming: this is the
legacy you’re left.
This is what you have to think
is you, bereft,
at first, of any notion of what
could come next.
It strikes you that the
obstacle, in fact, is “next” –
.
the word, the text, the problem
is the word made
text which locks you
into thinking anything you see
in it is true. No text knows
you.
.
.
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