dream from—what populates you—bloodflow and lightswirl, stammering of ventricles, attempts at motion, absorbings, incompletions, fluidities—do you have temptation yet, or even the meanwhile—such a mature duration this meanwhile, how it intensifies this present—or nevertheless—no beyond of course in your dream what could be beyond—no defeat as so far no defeat—cells hum—no partiality as all grows in your first dream which is the dream of what you are—is that right—no attempt as there is no attempting yet—no privacy—I laugh to myself writing the word—oh look at that word—no either/or—but yes light filtering-in, root-darknesses, motion—and the laughter, do you hear it from us out here, us, can you hear that strain of what we call sincerity—Oh. Remain unknown. Know no daybreak ever. Dream of no running from fire, no being shoved into mass grave others falling over you, dream of no bot, no capture filter store—no algorithmic memory, no hope, realism, knowing, no quest-for, selling-of, accosting violently to have, no lemon-color of the end of day, no sudden happiness , no suddenly. It is much bigger, faster—try to hear out—this place you’re being fired into—other in it—judgment of other— logic, representation, nightmare—how to prepare you —what do you dream—what must I sing— it says you cry in there & laugh—out here a late October rain has started down, soon you shall put your small hand out & one of us will say slowly and outloud rain and you will say rain—but what is that on your hand which falling has come round again in the forever of again to reach your waiting upturned hand. I look up now.Clouds drift. Evaporation is a thing.That our only system is awry a thing.That u will see rains such as I have never seen a thing. Plain sadness, this hand-knit sweater, old things, maybe u shall have some of—in this my song—in my long song not telling u about the
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