--after F.E.A.S.T.
Summons that we feeling 
Certain things made
Gathering as a kind of making 
An active question that storms our thinking
Called world, how we do
How we no longer called this us
When a name was true 
We lost our names
When loss was useful
Except capital 
Except a certain 
Knowhow the birds know
Their sense turning to sense 
Their uneven development
Movements disaggregate
Subtracted from action
The air we make and the air 
Which makes us
The we stamp and we are stamped
So complicity becomes the subject
So history isn't just a motor of mistakes
The new us starts from a dish
Not socialism, continues to grow
Sans system, an attention
To this consumption system, a local 
Kissing of totality what will be value
And what's the use, in poking 
Our heads out, food sovereignties
Produce this singularity
The new us, the new good life
Well being as muse and health
As wealth all we are saying's 
The all new thing, new expression
Being shares this sense, of turning 
Around a land, or land fills
Me up with emergence, political
Like a dish, we cannot help, 
Gathering around, or con/tem/plating.
 
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