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admittedly
silken shirts made us touchable
and sensitive to the colours of the day
but wasn't the grass much greener?
the lake's water much warmer to our nakedness?
our tears much friendlier to us all?
the blinding sun sinking into the ocean
weren't we thinking about the future?
yet dreaming about another night?
all this before we were back into our neck ties
and suits to carry our books back to the smiles
that were none
intrudes
the more they mean to mean themselves,
the less of their nature
shows through
as if they're going to disappear
behind their whispered language
with language,
but it's sub-dividing the body pretty good
as if people go for it,
for this bodyless life
voluntarily removed from language
thus writing remains as ever
a never neutral intrusion
in several odd places
as if language is no longer needed
yet body language games are in play here
a stage of a different kind with all the familiar re-plays
as if fruitful perversions expose themselves for the no nonsense believers
all this helps stop all secular thinking
and never to disturb the driven tracks
with some misplaced reflection
so it is: language surrounds the body
and whispers are the monotones made from real language
and the sexless face bereft of joy has two ears
yet whispers are not made to feel a breath
- used to be-
a matter of guts
now replaced
by assorted fashions of love
transcendental flags flown by new found founders
love circles language
to return to a former grammar's home
as if to reign in logic,
reality coerced
factoring in reduced sense
the internet machine follows the tv machine
both answering all your questions
life remains
undefined
and framed ever so narrow
are life's remains
language goes already always in circles
like the village dog making its rounds,
impersonal rounds
and what is the news today?
who won the last game of cards?
whose heart is going to stop somewhere
while the balls are rolling in the bowling alley ?
Tv is gone
internet full of spice
clear and cleansed
with unseen traps
fit for spies
even the countryside is framed
parcelled off, non-nomadic
it doen't matter yes or no
no and yes
all words always tradeable