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March 24, 2012

O union, again
the wonderfulness of the
fluids of loving.


It shall be you that,
upwards, comes again upon
the semen of death.


Every object,
without notice.  The noble
character of all.


Now a limp blossom
or neighbor forever weaves.
This is only text.


I understand souls.
They are not a miracle,
the essence of you.


Softly, I envy.
Depart, depart from solid
earth, the story line!


I don’t know, world of
property.  I just don’t see
why you are not free.


All is wrong today.
The boy I love the same was


The end of knowledge:
have we become unbalanced,
tilted toward you?


I am the Poet
of the Internet.  Curse your
laws that mock all joy!


Thank heaven for me
in here, ceaselessly musing,
seeking something great.


The internet makes
possible the efficient
spread of my own face.


My brain departs now.
It is waving, repeating,
“Good-bye, my brother!”


Each effort is theirs.
Each effort is an attempt
for us to pay them.


Composed in collaboration with Gnoetry 0.2 and these texts:

Lawrence Lessig, Free Culture

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

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