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art
by Ericailcane ©
www.ericailcane.org
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trading time-travelled-placing bullwhip
cracks for organ samples
hundreds
of years from now
history
will want to know
where
it came from
they
were catalogued
legions
of them
dusty
mason jars
odd
liquid held silhouettes
stirring
me with puppetry
in
front of my helmet lighting
we
pried open
one
nailed door
after
another each time
our
eyes were caught
speed
of sound sneezing
our
mythologies are cavalries
and
long battle forays
they
explain by painting
how
we weapon-ized animals
how
we harnessed commodities into spears
why
we still seek
record
and control
carve
and groove
irrationally
rhythm-ed
ritualized
worships
every
element
a
survival technique
and
seduction
we
humans are either
mindful
of or still taking
for
granted
many
times
a
voice will say stop
fall
here
leap
here
dark
portals
are
always near
tell
yourself
you have
seen this
all
before
televised
maybe
a
dream novella
a
fantasy future
hurriedly
buried
in
a colorful paperback narrative
of
wanting to be found again
piecing
together sand grains
a
poem of mountains
and
rivers once
long
ago
EJR
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