May 4, 2010

re: txt poem

Language is the fatal illusion All
promise of communion is useless
where none but mother tongue
are welcome Fat slugs lodged in sludge

So the lighting in a station
of the Metro in the 1910s was
conducive to silhouette but lamps today
expose every bump streak and fissure

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