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[ this line is a waste of time ]
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[ this line is a jugular drain,
a watch watching, a non-specific code in the hands of man ]
[ this line is a minding of business ]
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[ this line is a drop dead gorgeous:
picture of you standing naked in my bedroom ]
[ this line is a pick-up line ]
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[ this line is a just for laughs, just for tears ]
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[ this line is prose ] Prose is the non-spoken word of speech.
[ this line is a wringer in the corner of your face ]
[ this line is a treadmill in motion, running for the bus ]
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[ this line is the abuse of humanity, of consciousness ]
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“is the foundation, the greater whole” ]
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[ this line is a ] the struggle for power
[ this line is a damnation ]
[ this line is any nation ]
[ this line is a towering lens towards the skies ]
[ this line is transparent ]
[ this line is mirroring your ego ]
[ this line is a downcast ]
[ this line is an anatheme ]
[ this line is the intersectionalist view of oppression
where the pieces of the mosaic fit like the pataphor
suits up – using fancy, shine and pearl of mother ]
[ this line is a lost cause ]
[ this line is the the drain of stress ]
[ this line is also to tired to go to work today ]
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[ this line is never ending ]
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[ this line is all together and painstakingly perfect ]
[ this line is the invisible hand of the destructive, liberalist notion of rare
capitalist freedom, practised only by the beholders of true capitalist merchandising ]
[ this line is a bad attempt ]
[ this line is read by you ]
[ this line is Spinozas way of telling you that we are all ]
[ this line is god forsaken ]
[ this line is the never-ending rhythm of man ]
[ this line is insallah ]
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[ this line is a ] Tragedy.
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Written by the hands of [ … ]
Conjured from the depth of [ … ]
Sprung from the need of [ … ]
Only this morning I slept too long
too long I slept; to sleep I went too long.
the Coffee, the richness of toast – Monday-sunshine;
This is alone-day, moon-day.
The kids are off
I labour in invisibility, my hands are dirty.
Is it shame? Is it sin? Is it untamed?
There is no sin but restriction.
This is the invariance I conjure from.
Altogether the “sun is shining” blasphemous of the state in which we are born in to this; I contemplate the structures of god, I drink to much coffee, I smoke to strong cigarettes, god is willing; the sun is shining.