14 February 2025
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in the in the earth in
could
wood soil bits
you could say microvial
pathaplastic-bombadoored
dirt
in the primary odourful
ordained earth stink where
air was first invented
and – slyly above which – thoughts – eventually for now
of the next introplanetary warning sigs
& figs
are dis regarded
by combulators who pretend they rule this surface stuff
while the oceans pour
upwards
you could say flood again
you could say fools, who
with mien proud fierce dissolute
slice through media res a bit two
phased, as in (what should be) the coolant
as in what’s left in the
sieve ship colander dizz
aster is the name of a god I like
partly much ’cos
there is no other sense to discount
an intro duct
up which we (and the rest-vastness of us all)
are
sucked
then expelled into a
hotted up atom sphere
to which we must
continue this thing long its
in jury plan et scape