~ for Conrad
1.
For a discourse you are like a dust 
in the glass half-drunk outside us 
or me an eternity of cells reanimate 
aims recognitions zig-zag make 
energy rise out of body counts four 
suicides per second the way capital 
keeps time in China live elevators 
dead labor but your body won't 
be a slave to no body susceptible 
projects learning astrally virtual be
cause one has to die to make the 
poem one sings of crystals Berkeley-
like worlds of bodies taking images 
of bodies bodies taking-in these 
images should we be univocal energy 
in any other form your conversation 
loans me a place of debt is where 
I comes from becuase our life of pet-
itions is not objective your haunted 
places became batteries for loops 
surviving chakras displaced number.
2.
Like that glass ½ empty yet full of you 
we found our names in a 'now time' we
Would try to describe you site the pla
ces of a city that once were you and are 
still you in some sense of the facts 'if
one is to resort to a simile the simile 
better be pretty fucking good' numbers 
were energy and crystals images indica
tive of bodies in motion organicity is his
tory written because it’s here where we 
walk and talk between alleyways and all 
the carriage houses snug with outcry
from that beyond of our life as it is lived 
and constitutes an economics beyond 
money or force alone no other metonym 
than what says how we were here and 
sometimes now and thereby redeemed 
by waiting by simply waiting among 
these ‘Cartesian phantoms’ other folk 
subjects before the thoughts of the dead 
came back sore sparkling a wreck of I’s.
 
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