Monday, September 01, 2014

Biological Condition

I fail to                  and I fail
to recognize                       the robot in the soup

that digestive which is consumed
like                         lunch on the deck            like

ham and beans                 eggs on the side
breakfast between the pines     on

an image of where this all exists

I fail to                  align

a line.  Abstract and concrete

and unimaginable            like
waves marching in                           on

all these breaths releasing carbon
and lacking                   affirmation.   

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