.
There a body
orange black under sodium-vapor light
Eyes a void
don't look in the void
What colors the body
in day
.
The butterfly
lands on the drying plant
It is November why is this thing living
Wings fold unfold
scales are enormous eyes
that move
like snakes entering narrow spaces
They are liquid
The impulse to bathe in the copper wetness is unbearable
.
It is easy to say - we are all the same - without enacting it
Language is a seed
it will sit dumbly on the pavement until watered
Language is a turbine without water
a magnet
coiled in copper wire
left to collect dust
Feel the sound of water through the tunnels of the dam
The turbines long to be harnessed to it - they rub themselves raw
in this longing
.
Sound of buzzing
The body
yellowed - like paper - always everything reduced to paper
There is a thing in that
a sort of comment on ledgers and graphs and the way our lives are grid-ed
On every corner a lamp destroys the color of the world
Sepias the entirety
The body and the other body
every body
Jaundices - lands on the dying milkweed
growing between the sidewalk joins
Hums
Corrects pitch until in line with the light
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| Repeating Patterns of Mimicry (2006) Axel Meyer |
