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Re: Poems Of Any Length
Norse code is awakened inside the figure eight
humbled through centuries of muttered beeps
tablature on skinny paper,
and the language is trascribed in dots
dots that drip down the spine in colors of orange, yellow and indago glow
you could see it in an x-ray if you drained your latrine.
Scales come from these words;
"I guess you could call them words,
the languages of the past smell and sound like the bellowing of birds
and the screaming of beasts to me".
THERE ARE MORE NOTES THAN A-G, infact the extend infinitely
across the sea and through the trees
towards the infinity that is me,
the thing that slowly and surely spouts from these seeds
magic beans, the beginning on which the tree leans
wait, that isn't me, it already happened and I am happening
now is not then, and the future is now and soon to be constantly arriving.
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-tarantism
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