The violin
resounded in the lavatory
Looping from
the descendant moment
Déjà vu au
courant
The common
object of your intellect
A readymade
concept
Recurring in
the drifting of your thoughts
Through sleep
Across worlds
Into dreams
Ever farther
from the common point
To the next arrondissement
The center always slipping
away
As you were always moving
forward
The metaphor of an incessant
redundancy
In the digitalization of
your experience
What became the soul of your
Reason
The rationalist’s empty
throes
Resided
As they became known to
thyself
’Las there was no more
A mathematic of identity
Your shadows that hung over
you
In every waking moment
Sleep forevermoreJason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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