The Cruel http://www.alansondheim.org/41.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/43.jpg I look at my instruments and they are silent & weep. They are things in my place, they're withdrawing. I look at my body and realize, no one can see his body. No one can see her body either. Who is he and she? Waking democracy grinds to a halt. The road is smeared with erased remnants. What is erased _now_ never happened, _now_ never happens. I am fearful of writing to the edge of the page. Your extension is not my own, you extension is not my body. My arms fall to the floor. I write too short now. My arms fall to the floor. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
