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art
by Santiago Caruso ©
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playing
earthen taxes as a lottery for the mentally deranged
across
the great cradle
like
a red bloom upon the sea
the
fanged bottomless hunger
for
commodity
for
parsed, pieced humanity
drives
the hone of wind
in
these mechanized digital overlays
of
a vast and sweeping organism
mankind, has yet to comprehend
how
does it all work
as a need to bleed control
rings
out beneath
everything we do
particle
physics can’t tell you
holy
books only lead you
to
draw your own conclusion
and
that is only if you
can
steer clear
of
the dogmatic jaws
known
as churches,
mosques
and synagogues
are
we boiling, simmering
to
the great bubble and spit
the
spun so fast that this is it
who
are we America
what
do we represent
when
the electricity
demands
a passage
from
our hands
back
to the clouds again
what
we will know
in
the dark wombs of Winter
what
will we see
when
our eyes have surrendered
to
the nosed truth we all possess
all
these oracles
telling
us what’s best
is
it about the frenzy
is
it about how many bends
can
we see
to
our core
before
we break
outside
of infinity
you
see, I am
not
sure of anything, either
but
I got my tickets
in
hand, just in case
time
calls out
all
my numbers
EJR
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