seventy-three silk worms
live on the peripheries
of my consciousness
i see them
encounter their stares
hundreds of silver eyes
their ravenous mouths
that keep me emaciated
in my own mind
long vertical ropes of thread
spiraling in molecular contortionisms
among my thoughts
there is an elasticity in their movements
their speech is laden with androgynous chic
they possess and exacting ambition
not to be kept alive by toxins
and look to their Dadaist progenitors
for encouragement in their silken tasks
seventy-three silk worms
who find affirmative properties
in the rebirth of my brain cells
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
seventy-three silk worms
live on the peripheries
of my consciousness
i see them
encounter their stares
hundreds of silver eyes
their ravenous mouths
that keep me emaciated
in my own mind
long vertical ropes of thread
spiraling in molecular contortionisms
among my thoughts
there is an elasticity in their movements
their speech is laden with androgynous chic
they possess and exacting ambition
not to be kept alive by toxins
and look to their Dadaist progenitors
for encouragement in their silken tasks
seventy-three silk worms
who find affirmative properties
in the rebirth of my brain cells
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