a poem for today, 14 May 2012

a poem for today, 14 May 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]
It is the optimism which insistently, cruelly returns us to the work of fucking.
Nevertheless, we can see the beginning of an era of enlightenment for slime molds. 
My body seemed to be growing more complex, more quivering in its responses, but my spirit felt simpler.
By adding a fourth dimension to the three dimensional space, the self-intersection can be eliminated.
Most people are other people, their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Titillating, sophisticated and unnerving – this is a journey you will not want to miss.

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