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You knew me
once, the once -
I. I
knew her
too -
her two eyes charged with
violent sunlight
were mine. I remember violence. I remember
breaking
lines but now I shatter words  -
I cling to thoughts wrung out I try to
climb the rungs up, out
I try to shout, but the hand slips.
I'm a tongue tripping up, I watch
the motion of lips
gibbergabbering.
My ears are
old. My fingerprint
decays. I delay.
I've got nothing else to say.

Today's poem will be a journey to the heart of the hollow earth

travel the arid surface of a 
page until your pen finds just 
the place; then
drill!!
take no caution! take no care!
dust don't
dig or
not dig - it's breathless,
deathless - dig? so dig!
break those pores apart
exclaim, what a work of art!!
inject ink jets in lifeways
call it an effortless play in the sandbox
with baby pails and shovels
search and abandon the search
abandon the
humanity. Who needs it? What an artist!!!
oohaahoohaahooahhooahh
oooh wait! what?! oohaahoohaah
muscle?! blood! oohaahoohahh
heart??!
WE THOUGHT IT WAS HOLLOW DAMNIT THE EARTH'S CORE IS ON 
FIRE WHAT NOW