Tuesday, January 4, 2011

A Spasm of Wild Units

Behold this microdot immersed in inflation
with instruction its endowed.
Rusting melanoma on the lacquer of geometry,
digits huddle in a tactical anomaly.
Again this primal urge will grow impatient,
could you quadrant it right now?
Broken chapters in a never-ending episode,
toxins taunt when devoid of an antidote.
Behold this muffled voice utter incantations,
is amnesia all iv'e found?


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