There are other worlds, they whispered
One hands me a cage, I'm his bird
I left myself in there to die
An eagle without wings can't fly
Think of new worlds within these walls
But never leave to see them all
Never know the way they did fall
Just eat your seeds, my tired dear

Black tulips on the marbled floor
have no place here.
They remind others of how we existed
suitable only for that dark journey,
by those deemed more worthy,
under whose azure skies,
only their abodes could shimmer
for we can have no part .

Leaves mottled in their separateness
turn our seasons  
into days of lanquidity,
out stretched briars
tear at the stolen codex.
surmising exoteric warnings,
that magpies again steal,  
under whose inciting  night
can we wade this walkway.

Whirling, in incessant motion
Circular, wrung out, excreting waste
The sacred body, the holy conductor
Of the forbidden, heretical "I"
Motions of intensity, lines and speed
In the face of abstract, scurrying rats
Face, the truly curious abomination
The single versus the several

Molecules revolving rapidly, rabidly
A veritable molecular-revolution
The many fluids of langue
Flowing languidly through rapids
Lanquidity, flux in meaning
Or meaning, nothing by nature
Likeness only, not even Nature
Not machinic, purely artificial

What is meant by "I disappear"?
An order, perhaps, not observation
Observed, of course, and obeyed
I disappear! I am no longer!
No longer what? No longer I!
A becoming, or unbecoming
A decision between void and oblivion
Will you meet me on the other side?