Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Evolution


Diving, rolling, under a checkerboard
canopy, we find true pieces of ourselves,
covered in sweat, like a blanket
in the middle of summer. We suffocate,
terrible, dangerous visisons
masterminded by a polemic Hebrew
and delving deeply into the subconscious
wetwork, bloody murder, assassination
of character on the altar of critical
mass acceptance. Smile for the awards,
do the evolution dance around the fire
like our ancestors, though we’re no less
primitive, stones evolved to bullets and biology
turned outward like synthetic boils
bursting, releasing corrupted code, the virus
that consumes all. 

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