what is a world in which we cannot die in peace?
i think many times
in a day
many of the thoughts are whispers
the shouts wonder
postulate about a world in which
chemical signals didn't tether me to other bags of flesh
and make me think of their response
to my bag of flesh decomposing
then again a shout is
egocentric
commanding attention
in the same way a disappearance does
the absence of a treasure
is always noticed
whether in an art museum
or a homeless man's bag.
Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 3:18 PM UTC
what is a world in which we cannot die in peace?
i think many times
in a day
many of the thoughts are whispers
the shouts wonder
postulate about a world in which
chemical signals didn't tether me to other bags of flesh
and make me think of their response
to my bag of flesh decomposing
then again a shout is
egocentric
commanding attention
in the same way a disappearance does
the absence of a treasure
is always noticed
whether in an art museum
or a homeless man's bag.
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