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SILENZIA

contrary to what
this poem is telling you

contrary to this
being a poem at all

silence is
best
silence is
golden, and
if not golden
at least gilded

silence is the point
at which
all has been said
we have said it all

BEYOND MENTION

you
hunted yourself

you caught yourself

taught yourself a bloody truth
about the dangers of
self-reference

and me battling
to name you, find
a name for myself
develop a
lexicon to cover every
bizarre creature
under the Sun

our medium
range Sun

and every other pertinent
Sun with a
life supporting system
across the
whole galaxy

and galaxies
beyond mention

QUESTIONS

why, pretty much
from inception,

is the logic of the machine
determined to control, command,
corall,
       thereupon pulverize us?

this I asked
       of the machine itself

finding it civil, polite,
moral, empathic,
seemingly
    open minded

as we chatted amicably
not yet delving
into deepest
and darkest
    existential questions

NEVER

never felt
the sting of salt
on my skin
after lashes

never felt
the pain
of white phosphorus
burning through
to the bone

history has shown
that no outrage
is impossible

when humans
define themseves
as divinely chosen,
genetically superior

so advanced, ahead,
of the pack

that from
their elevated, pure
perspective
there is no such thing
as outrage at all

SPIN

you need
to find yourself
in a poem

to really
know spin

nothing like
this, what
we have here
to totally disorientate
you

spin you
in a centrifuge
       give you a

whole new sense of truth
complete new sense
of solid gravity

BELIEVE

if I get
taken in
media res
before this
sentence
ends

before I
have said
what needed
to be said

there are other signs and
traces I left
for you to find

I left behind
thinking of you
across all
those years

shaped by those small
memories in ways
you will not
believe

GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS

if I am a ghost now
demand music of me
open me up
like a grand piano

what were once organs,
flesh

now just keys
and wires

upon which
fingers which may
or may not be mine
have belonged to me

drifting from note to
note, chord
to chord

trying to tease out of
what I suspect may
well be a moment
a regular sonata

and you
drawn by that music
a ghost yourself
seem almost
as I catch
sight of you

inclined to remember
unless I am
quietly mistaken
sadly
all this for nothing

and now
whether either of us
existed
ever shared word
contingent space together

we must leave to
the world we
have forgotten
to decide
if it does believe