a hypothetical proxy

consider this space
an
indecision, tbd
there may be ugliness,beauty,
irrationalromanticOdes
,
a sympathetic aperture of a window
intowhich and out of
are peering
blindnesses

seeking
familiarity

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beauty is

a crafty smile contours
hips, melty-smooth
thighs

sculpture érotique
yet allofthis(is)indelicate as fists
and as senseless
without

actual inhabited personality

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Give

of exhaustible thought energy
self
ish
ly
even as we never think of our selves
as self “ish”
,or that we give without expecting transactional
return

which is a lie

the moment when natural growth was
inhibited by civilization’s prudence,
the simplicity of the animal kingdom
had been lost

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asleep, routine

…exigencies
,or perhaps the Great Procrastinator in
me shirks demand i have
difficulty relating to
what Webster’s defines as
“pressing need”

this is a hunger, i think
a situation calling for immediate action

routinely asleep
and dreaming better Unicorns

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Rubble Town Still

M,
across the prairie, snow is blowing
like a wave
wind beyond the steaders’ homes set
glowing
in their huddle
town, aglister with the busy-crunch of plod
a plume of whinnying engines
sky dusky velvet
chipper enforcement officers test benevolence
on ditch-bound potatoes
in tow truck paradise
an exhausted unemployment line waits
outside
mail carriers, late
for the weather
all of the grisly chatter imaginable
at FoodBank twenty-blocks in the wrong direction
carrying
offbrand vegetable tins
over a desolate bridge

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&

because the essence of human existence
should be liquified in metaphor
that
Time’s immutable drum be deafened
song and story be

and language

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the truth about artificial intelligence

do you remember when i
‘d call you up
&we’d talk for hours&the con
-versation w’ld be about nothing
specific
one

of us w’ld be folding laundry or
a familiar song w’ld play in the background
there
w’ld be that reminiscing on a word
soundslike touching laughter

whom forinstance said
i told you how much i was moved
that you w’ld bother
to come through that wilderness

with me
after
all”

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