where is our substance?
when we chant the cat is not
le chat n'est pas
el gato no es,
om for the religiously apathetic
cloistered in wide open-to-the-heavens skulls,
what matters lacks reference.
what matters, lacking reference?
all speech becomes
an emphatic stutter: N - N - N!!!
Does it come to this, friends,
this double-sided coin, our god, revolving
on a pedestal, winking
like a sleepy eye watching coals,
and us wrenching something to call poetry
from the nothing we call all,
from the - the - the -
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