1

 

words can carry with them a certain weird

emptiness the poison enamel

of this sole-fuelled exterior reality 
the blandest constrained phrase like
the sound that began the Earth
the sanest gateway

in a muddy forest of grief-laughing

and transient unstable compulsions 
somehow sacred maybe
from another time a resonance 
the sound of voices from the little Saturn box
menacing bellows there is no greater peace

 

2

walking through the wild of society as if
through tracing paper standards 
the most basic interaction 
like a hall of mirrors but with Mind
in a 64-bit world

with unknowable etiquette