people ask
me what i want to do with an english degree
and i tell
them i do not know
as i spend
most of my life doing
letting
itself sort itself out
letting it
lead me
b/c it is
the true master
control
being limited and false
follow the
stray red string on noriko's* jacket
the
umbilical (dis)chord
enzyme
splayed particle
language
spreading as a signifier to interpret the material world
echoes of
the sorrow of colonialism and the repercussions we all feel from our shared
history
and there
is no change
people live
in the dark whilst sleeping
people are
limited and narrow b/c they [b/c they need to be] want to be(?)
i am not
sure
nit sure
sit tight
aim for the
glass
the tumbler
of rock and progression
sifted to
melt
i am in
this position
of nothing
i am in
this position
to say to
the void that is this screen
the void of
perfect silence in the hum of the far reaches of the machine
material
machine mind
mechanisms
to
interrelate to the happenings of the animals
*see: "noriko's dinner table"
*see: "noriko's dinner table"
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