when history grows stupendous/
we shall climb into her/ this other
history/ like a celebratory
infestation/
with no movements/
or actions/
a cluster of arms/
holding on to a cluster of bodies/
ourobourically dissolving each other/
in an endless series/ of final
embraces/
nothing to annihilate/ but annihilation/
a new skin will cover our fingers/ legs/
chest/ head/ until all is coccoonified/
when we burst/ our new skin/ will travel/
down every branch of the family tree/
and erect a statue at the roots/ free
of commands/
my new skin/ i see it as a sail/ is strung
between the unfinished framework/ of two
neighboring buildings/ where
i inhabit the one/ and soon
the other
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