the whips cometh

Stalagmite Letters

We ran riot through the archives—

Harpies, sharpies and scissors
Obliterating collections into piles

Of pages triangular—
Shards and screeds.

(Pursuit of knowledge agnostic)

Accretions of stalagmite letters
Monticule in dead air

We are the whips cometh—
goo goo goojoob!

“All the gang of those who rule us / Hope our quarrels never stop / Helping them to split and fool us / So they can remain on top.”

— Bertolt Brecht / “Solidarity Song”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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