Atmospheric reintegration they say. You are human-made and come with consequences. A small local region within the heart,
between atria and ventricles, assists adults. Try California after prison. So much more space and fervent video of previous abuse.
Image initially made with QuaSZ. Post-processed until it burned up when returning. Text is a Google poem collaged from search strings of reentry.
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NomadsThey began chanting with both feet,Wandering lands, marking by songWhere they had been. That became theirsWherever they could not stay,Because nobody owned the earthUntil buried beneath it. Maps Never were fixed whose signs changedEven when feet stayed the same.They knew each other by different namesAnd traded things for other things,Until they decided to gatherAnd make a book that recordedTheir songs -- such was this newsFor certainty, forcing malleableInk stains to solidify, strokesHolding nature to immutability.Then they closed the book. They said,“Nothing more may now be added;There is already enough that we do not Understand.” So began footnotes, parsingWhose place in a sentence could alterMonks becoming scribes becoming scholars,Folding into leaves of the sacredTheir lives and interpretations of life.The book that was in one tongueWas transformed into anotherAnd sounds once again were freedTo mean whatever was needed.By now each had lost the knackOf remembering without a book,So when the book in their handsBurned in the desert, they were lost.[Disposable Poem June 28, 2010]Dr. Mike
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