memory of Kent State, memory of now
http://www.alansondheim.org/viola.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/wadii.mp3
"no one listens any more
no one watches any more"
they watch
the flat greyness of existence,
it's always a wonder,
resting; as if truth were interesting as if it were not
the flat greyness of existence, corrupted into landscape,
landscape, furnished with ridges, serrated edges, graspable,
fallen into language (as if truth _yearned_)
a wonder there is no language or word for language
imagine an enormous indeterminate oval space, flat and grey,
imaginary lemniscate of a catatonic ellipsoid, cut, twisted
like the memory of language,
like uncanny life burrowed into death, death borrowed as if
there were coin, unimaginable, greater, than anything
you witnessed here, among
no one listening
no one watching
there is less more,
lemniscate
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