when,
after dinner
I sit headless
having amassed the energy of the sun
and rearranged it unthinkingly into the thick veins
of my arms, the thick blood
rivering through my lung walls.
and when,
in the long morning
sacked out naked drinking endless
cup after endless cup of coffee
and when,
entheogen hit the main vein
and brain come turn on and triangulate
with tree and earth and sky and face of a friend
and when,
having finished the homework
i don't give a fuck about
i cut loose to the blues in my kitchen,
i think:
i am not
what i have been told.
told.
and retold.
since day one
by an unthinking tongue
long severed
from the universal order.
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