Thursday, April 4, 2013


The world isn’t flat
It is flattened
Spun out, sped up
Intensified and concentrated
Words race across the globe
Before they are spoken
What’s ordered today
Gets here yesterday
We are becoming
A single body
With electric nerves
Connecting dumb tissue
Eyes that can’t see the self
Hands that know not what the head does
A head that thinks it commands all
While cancers bloom
In forgotten flesh

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