I found your life
deadened slightly but secure
it was my life
less a thought
then a feeling
a thought without a thing
a thing object
with god veneer
a new deal
a burning plan for napalm
brought to you by
fatigue with a gun
fashionable and obese
hence beautiful and dead
technologically pure
always flexible and expanding
I call for a moment
rediscover an object
it was me
minus a feeling
a proverb of pure things
a revolution in reverse
slightly deadened but secure
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