darker brain pattern

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where i say

you are my favorite illusion

consciousness

sounds like a dial-up

modem falling asleep

a narcolepsy of thoughts

becoming simulacra more

each time they wake up.

at 18 bits per second

Stephen Hawking down-

loaded just a few mp3s

of the Universe

dark matter throughout

the P2P. wits flickering

out constellations' shapes, like

an ocean breaks syntax, shimmies

snapshots: vice-verisimilitude.

every asterism, named,

dead-named, re-named,

secularized and transfixed,

comes with an asterisk.

'father, i want to kill you'

said Jim Morrison, said the Romans,

who said it was the Jews;

every bit of crucial fiction

was made into an effigy,

was Aphrodite and Athena,

named, dead-named, re-named

Mary, christian- and homogenized.

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where i say

you are my favorite illusion

where poetry is

the shadow

cast by fascists

shadow boxing is

an Olympic sport,

one oppugning him-

self, inside half-rings;

brackets without Ls,

Hegelian syntheses

a genre of synth

played in ballrooms,

arrhythmic beats, achtung cardiacs,

heartbreak waltzing out

of the left ventricle of Germany;

an http for sins (of omission)

daemons sending

endless bits of demons

in frustration-free packets:

the one(s) that won't go

phishing, net zero.

pseudo-onymous,

the answer to

"what's in a name?"

changes all the time

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