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| Corridors From "Labyrinth: Days of the Dead" Christien Gholson |
It moves around here at night, a thief over dry leaves in dream. Los Alamos, Sandia, Kirtland, White Sands. Through the bathroom vent, a sucking wind, cluck of an old woman, fingers boiled phosphor-blue. Beneath her nails, a shock of black in the blood. Daedalus: Copernicus: Convoluted folds of the brain, a map through: The solution moves away, gets close: Galileo. Newton. Fascinating hole that creates itself: Crush and release: Einstein: Suture of Time, Space: Oppen- heimer, Teller, Szilard: Inertial confinement fusion: Rune of angular momentum: A new world safe: Nonlinear Tantra Equation: Symmetry, symmetry: To reveal the secret at the heart by making it. Path of Logos. Path of Logos. Follow the thread. The razor wire fence walks through the night. Mountains watch us through every window. A hum behind the wall. No source. How it continues with or without you. |
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