Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

dg nanouk okpik

Excerpt from Corpse Whale

Ukiuk: Winter Siqinrilaq Tatqiq: December
Moon with no sun Ukpeagvik: Barrow
Tuluqraq: Raven
A high place for viewing; a root of a point
2 feet from the left, 71 degrees north,
Gateway to the Arctic
in the center of the earth a gingko tree
is planted. A hole drilled in the rocks
penetrates where the flesh is easily
separated where her/my roots grow.
Her/my cadaver sings an old honor slow low.
For she/I want/s confession with a full
wafer and a drop of wine.
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