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world
    Buddhas of compassion everywhere
    Please release us from your spider’s cradle
    Peaseblossom, Mustardseed O pray appear
    Deciders: return to your neutralized stations in the shadow world
    Your language stops revealing anything,
    instead revealing the nothingness of all things
    Can we dream our own melancholia for what is irretrievable?
    The Deciders think the troubadours were a problem
    Erasure, a suicide pact
    Magic doubles deceive you
    The stuff of your sex and the projection of mind…
    This is normal and sinuous
    They are taking you apart in the time/space machine
    Reading one upon another in fulmination of other lives
    Don’t go crazy, Original Anne
    Let’s go excavate some poetry
    on papyrus      in cuneiform      magnetic tape
    solid-state memory
save on the cloud
    faced by an electronic pentameter
    “
claw out some poetry eyes?
”
    save on a cloud
    switching code in the runnels
    circling a moat devised as a first-front defense aporia keep moving, keep dancing
    mountain shifts
    ice crystals form on her duplicated mouth
    a forked path on forehead
    more streaks on screen bank
    which way to caress a broken brow
    familiar as your deadly Belle Dame sans Merci

    reels of orality
    chalk, obligatory calcium
    in marrow of women who wrote in ancient diaries
    bemoan their Heian imprisonment
    shape of crying like a mourner
    you could establish in humility this pose
    “shape of a mourner”
    who are we kidding?
    when Deciders cheer inside
    break sound they said
    manipulate pitch
    vocal cords
    phonation’s
    a discourse
    for the impostors
    what is language?
    “
We use it, don’t we?
    in our copious memos, in our ‘releases,’ in our
    power documents
    in our homilies to the world
    cliché quotations on
    life
    suffering
    the passage of time
    on Patriotism
    on the need for downsizing
    on ‘tighten your seat belts’
    on finding the childlike naive spirit of servitude within the workplace
    don’t look now while you are looking away we will replace you
    with our own poetry, our mission statements of despair
”
    This is a template application for the Deciders
    images of rows of normative coffee mugs
    as if we are having a pleasant chat over
    a freshly brewed cup of virtual coffee
    Hardest problem in science
       is the origin of language
          “
we bend science
,” they say
      prelinguistic system among primates
    our early human capacity for song
    level of public trust
    to sing your song
    bend or break it
    in ritual/speech evolution
    100,000 years ago to
    Homo ergaster,
the first human to vocalize
    “
can we find her and bend her over?
”
    “
vocal grooming, could be low-cost
”
        “
is she vocalizing? is that all she does?
”
    language not separate adaptation but an internal aspect of
    something much wider
    human symbolic culture
    without it you die
    low-level marketing and publicity Decider has the bright idea of how to encapsulate his vision of “poetry making”
    “
Aha,
” he thinks, “
a lone rocking chair at the edge of an ocean, then you can make what you will of this desolate nihilism: will she submit?
”
    phonemes produced on the outsides of our body
    shed skins to be nameless
    decided the pipeline that will change the cartography of living things
    deciding the Grand Canyon
    hundreds of water bodies threatened
    endangered habitat of whooping cranes
    pallid sturgeons
    decide the future of American burying beetles
    decide assault weaponry, blood on hands
    decided the model of air, water
    of earth
    of fire
    in
    empire
    offer a truced tribunal, tear down the wall or they shake within your cacophony the end of wilderness
    memo: we need a commission for the scrutiny tribunal
    Deciders of all accounts
    took the stratus off a poet-face (stratus = layer)
    kept her in a cage
    cumulus more of heap like severance pay
    cirrus = mere curl of a hair resembles coil of sound
    double bind
    decided our debt to one another
    was it not
humanitas
&
caritas
?
    none of that, they