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I am cast in two bronze copies of myself with nerves exposed.
I am cast into a pile of all my grandfather’s rib cages, grandmothers hipbones, I unravel all the trauma in their DNA.
the order of my body is replaced in phantom slips or half sleep a doctored voice of curved spine is all question without remark.
at three am my breath splits
am swept into an uncanny shake down
the plastic magnet quivers between statements
& retreats in intervals
something suckling in browser catatonia consecrates saline
each night is a new sacrament of toothbrush & cut copy paste in turnstile
I cast within this microscope: there are people paying the intranet ghost coins for another to mother milk, to wave, a golden shower revenue stream; the sacrament binging endlessly from dawn to dusk & today
( ) there is a hymn exiled a stern stroke/thrown rice, there is a copper cup, in it is water trans#xed, the screen (ashes
a gullet in
the garden is in seed
the (ower sits in my child’s mouth of self cut pistil palm
voices burnin in the mist of building houses
(otsam, (otsam & remaster
we share our remaster versions of I sing the body electric
to sip the gold verb from the last quakes of Keats