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by Stacy Doris
If people could feed on themselves which they can, whether in despair or Pride, time becomes a circulation, reduced and expanded to that, imitating Digestion1. Ingesting decomposes2 any scrap3 into functions, whereas eating Something other than yourself disprove wholeness. What rewards Rewording might be justice. Then does response outrun responsibility, Overthrow4 it, so all government's automatic, total, a model of control based On nature? If retribution's normal, rule's always enforcing, twisted and Abstract: flexed5. Then days are contaminated by law, and life's a code, Dead yet lethal6. Even putrefaction7 would be saturated8 thus: the severed9 Hand molder on schedule. Perhaps in this way all living's starvation, programmed to regurgitate itself, So cutting off supplies would free, while goods stifle10. Thus the excuse That oneness means bodiless, that what has parts is too bulky for unity11. Indivisible then implies a corpus subtracted, or, origin in amputation12. Any Bomb curls back on its unleashing13, so mirrors cause and denies effect. So repeats; is a refrain. Like all waves, destruction won't break. If so, Nobody needs to be alive to go on. State equals machine, but runs only By crashing. Each project attacks what may be in place with the corrosive14 Burn of potential. Passivity's the only order: ordains15. But breathing counts Down. Each movement of respiration16 encodes terror, which flourishes in Everyone thus, in the midst of hunger and abundance, in the speed of love. No tourniquet17 dispels18 it. 点击收听单词发音
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