when you have
all the money in the world it's worthless
(themes for the
future)
i was digging an
area known as
kibbutz apple
botafogo and found bottle caps in graves
where each bottom
up was saved
and in some places
turntables overturned with dulled
needles
piled as
tombstones among crackled records
rubber bands
dustified
speakers covered
in cannabis mettle
i began to suspect
sepsis
all those phonic
records were active
mutations
evolving chips
sarcophagi
each grave was
digitally unspeakable
organic tissue
abstained
i found
connections from earpieces to
omphalic
phase
the judgment day
was my day
and voice was in
the switch
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