Amphibian

Amphibian

The Amphibian of fire and unscrubbed smoke, black soot that later turns white, hides the spirit hulls up close, like metal sheds in a polluted creek that house bales of metal never taken from the wrecks. Creosote ties, spikes, rail rock beds. Colonists drop heavy stones from bridges to explode them. They fasten torpedoes to the oil stained rock. Slag piles breathe iron rails. Jack pulpits hide the springs.

One if by land two if by sea.Escaped light comes back believed. An amphibian of both worlds, combatant in water and on land, the colonist is at home in opposites. The small and the great point this way, but take another. Colonists ride the torrent in their boat hulls singing like elephants, to translate coherence too big, ask advice when they don’t need it, never take it when they do. I am not of one mind with these conquerors of DNA whose imperial control suggests they are. In the coffee houses of base there is debate as to how humanely to treat the sub humarian. Scales growing out on arms may be taken as tattoos, always a problem for bosses when wolves are lovely, dark and deep.

The law of noncontradiction, irrelevance of programs not overcome, was, we use the world nicely, edited out, some 50 % of noncoded DNA. QED stands in this class of beings for those who keep copies of the Principia next to the car in their garage, just in case incompleteness comes to a close. What good would Principia be? Getaway from gravitation begins at variable speeds. Identity and diversity are relations where diversity is the negation of identity.

 Causes of quantum superposition spray each night to complete the transfer. Many riders feel nausea. Sleeplessness, discoloration, dizziness, symptoms also of heavy metal poisoning. Sleepers walk in trance, relations only identical when their converses are. It’s not too much to say they turned up the drones. After the elections, up the waves. Every relation of converse, one noted, changed. Don’t say you don’t know about this, it sounds paranoid. The agenda is a binary.

Huge giant moths were loosed. Too big to see, the moths themselves absurd, collective laments of these myths created mythlessness.  I am afraid the world will laugh in the future when it is found that men were eating each other. They thought their arms were pencils. As I ride the subway the natives chew on their arms, blood dripping down pant legs, the same  on freeways shrouded in mist, or dust, among people who believe nothing has a nature in itself, who cannot see themselves chewing. At the back of their eating of course, Aristarchus pulls up from his crater. 

Unsure what records were kept, written notes, tape recordings, hidden cameras, insisting on none but memory, there were two sources for this information, my own, forced by persons who committ crimes against children, none which adults believe--you scare them into silence, then disbelieve the city-nation -- and a world at large absorbed in air, part of the houses and empire anestheticide formed long before, when Rome puzzled how the sins of the world could attach the child, forced acts enveloping, where nature in each case exaggerated its nemesis, truth an octave up, and later, with the globe enveloping Nazi, a name change processed for no reason other than to serve the robots in a terrible dream where some catastrophe takes place in front of the eyes they were unable to prevent, NO SHOUT AWOKE THE WORLD FROM...lebensraum. Mental biological frontiers bewitched with spiritual damnation...The Possessed, nightmares, Wagner made real, quislings hung on those facades to initiate Rhodes trainees for the layers opposite, a Going Out of Business sign hung over the world.

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