the black bird
in the eye-patch

catches lunch on a worm
and devours it

while the ceiling
talks in a language not human

but recognizable enough
to cell phone voice recognition

talking on what continues to be
a broken idea, an unformatted thought

to the parent who bore him
to the séance of Nano-technology

what is a psychiatrist
among the addiction to questions

sleep has held hands with this patron
yet a clown weeps when

hearing of this


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