Sampling Disjunctionism

to help
its twon
my double
yours
even in
without the spelling out
see simple layers become
mixing arts

the composite wall for diagrams
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1. something fluidical, permanent milk and ink
2. spider dances
3. little men in wheelbarrows traversing the surfaces

on end

4. a poetry of synthetic leaves, perhaps a storm
5. a very narrow fishtank for kissing fish
6. an ant farm
7. thought crystals
8. urchins and glass
9. sexy amoeba burlesque

Without noticing its many layers of hats
and dispelling all forms of hate
within the eaters

I imagine a sort of pip-squeak recognition
of jesters among others, "alas," purred Yorick.

Then the tunnels that come out of the ground
to become the hollow drawings, and the odd sculpture houses
that form the models
for complex collectivity,

ie,

how games enter science
like little velvet curtains
surrounding perfectly amorphous
holograms of intention

let the starp
bec interrupted
at least

a man or woman
into octopus legs

political Coolidge
as design of oddly

tree-stilled

friar

come hither
brokers of weird
unending kisses

finding library rooms
on the internet

wealth
or
poetry

of

growth
or
form

and this^

a singlish
w*all
e...

ah, oui!