more and more
I remove language from me
an occupant enforced
the infant cornered within language
never met a teacher that rhymed with another teacher
congruency was always system congruency
yet systems collapse
while others speak of change
granting language sense
a rhyming chance
ergo, language collapses
yet time is there to make possible
certain times
that "produce" no sense
family policy means family policing
language outsmarts every new-born
if you listen to to no one
shut off all speaking machines
grown-ups babble
your self gets stuck
within the innards
of any language
dead language
other language
drastically reduced detached
from exchangeable people
as if the invention of the beauty
of a twenty year old
is nothing but the product
of some historical language
hidden within a Greek sculpture
go!
eat your language
say HELLO to the sculpture
eat fresh fruit