five directions and
one broad smile opening all of the doors
in impatient haste, desire brimming behind
the rim of that sharks mouth, friendly hunger
gnawing and moving strange and unexpected
like an alien child within
we have the face of the dreaming computer, beautiful
in its mindlessness-- and we have the philosophy of sound,
galaxies of music,
birdcages cut open--
this breaking open, this undoing
carries me over,
carries me over
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