Ever since I disconnected the grid
predators follow my bearing, hunting,
buffeted by regret. Holding council,
I hid as I am, moored to the vanguard
of time, hearing critics say you can’t be
moored to a vanguard. Fuck’s sake! What will be
the point of reading this? I strive to hold
you from the first word ‘til the last leaves you
wrung out, transformed as the infinite bell
were heard inside the outer layers. My heart
aches for that one chime, one pure sound sets free.
You cannot hear it once, nor count the themes,
like Chinese, Ogam, Runic hieroglyphs
where the symbol is nearer to the meme.
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