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Silences sleep, bitten deep into the flesh of lips
the trees dream of their buds in the frozen garden
no one is redeemed, I watch my fingers
I can study the tiny jigsaw pieces of my symmetries
the vast cells of my skin – the repetition of minute patterns
from the products of fractals, swollen Mandelbrot sets
nature’s heartbeat, the dance of quarks
from this, every layer of human horror is built
we are the most monstrous animals on the evolutionary tree
I tear out of myself whatever binds me to this, this nightmare
the adjectives, the lying sentences disguised as complexity – the will
the best treatment is infinite solitude
I no longer want an embrace. I do not desire a kiss
I cannot imagine having sex
I don’t want to talk, to manipulate, or to grow rich
it could be otherwise, but it isn’t
the world of people is the saddest missed opportunity
I must exist here – this horror is the only option
luckily the sky is still visible
no one owns it yet; it is not yet a commodity
I can stare at it without a fee – from this cube we call a house
from this dreadful era we call modern
in my imagination, I wave to the future
where this present will be
what the Roman games are to me today.