the numbers that encoded the different courses of action
have been reduced (of course) to cinders
just a little tingle
whatever happened to falling down & slamming yr
face into the dirt like a regular loser?
slower mashes to the lost in time train
drive over mechanistic dodge central... or,
burnt to a crisp
what if you fell thru the ceiling?
what if you walked thru a floor?
slashing piles up in the middle of motionless, &
the measure of diversity is the # of discourses
that get crumpled up into a little ball
and left in yr pocket and forgotten
like lint
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