In this world anterior
To where you have been
What you will become
The drum is a reminder
Of another world
Extant but not recoverable
Still hidden by its being revealed
An open secret or prophecy in reverse
Of all lost things they tried to destroy
The sun as it shines on dead things playing alive
Uncanny because we think any moment they might wake
Awaken cat! Where there is only the sunlight of recognition
And the refusal of the life-like dead to be recognized
Your snow globe is not a ghost
The coverings on these mirrors only obscure who you’re not
A relation of objects begetting objects
Readymade for the fall of Amerikkka
Armed as it were by your right
To opacity and enigma
What is and what ain’t.
What is and what ain’t.
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