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Anima Mundi

September 26, 2009 06:37 AM EDT

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In the beginning: nothing
the helix of bios –

a Pollock on nonentity
spiralling, squiggling

verb was made flesh

(transmogrification, not tailoring
should be the first art
slash movement)

and dwelt among us

as in u:s – Trinity
of the information
highway reality
rewarped, redefined, that is

the new cyber-time/space
coming-of-intertextual-age
notion.

Yes, u:s if you can find the Upright Eyes
betwixt the Chomskian truncation
of The You, and linking verb as Hiss

or, wring-everything-out-for-all-its-worth
(cosmos is cramped, closed for comfort)
to get to your own meaning or, you lose
your Being

then, you’re back
to the beginning
of everything: nothing.

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Allen H. Sep 26, 2009, 7:37am EDT

Ex Nihilo, Mundi!
Bravo!

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Ann M. (Site Scryer) Sep 26, 2009, 10:48am EDT

Delicious wordplay and profound thoughts. m.n. I especially like your symbol for cyber-relationships-- u:s.

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Stirling D. Sep 28, 2009, 11:26am EDT

Marvelous sense of place and identity, or lack of identity. I feel this poem in my body. It's that good.

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Curt L. Sep 28, 2009, 12:08pm EDT

Marvelous!

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Ann M. (Site Scryer) Sep 28, 2009, 12:16pm EDT

Back for a second reading. This poem has an incredible span, from The Creation through the internet age and the deification of science, back to the death of the individual and the death of the cyclical universe.

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