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She's standing at the counter, fairly serious, Lips pursed, filling in a form - A minion of the quotidian, A functionary of the realms of order, The output of the input of the timeclock. She is pregnant. In a world without clocks Something which is not yet someone Is swimming. Five centimeters - Mozart the Fish, evolution's astronaut, Infinite in the confines of Mother Earth, Alive within the oceans of her pulse. Later, it will be simplified: Name, rank and serial number. It will be dumbed down, constrained To pay taxes, build cruise missiles, kill cockroaches And bow down to God. It will be colonized by the minor technicalities Of speech, fashion sense, resumes and toilet training. But that comes later. For the moment, it is suzerain, An empire of metabolizing iron, Replicating Parthenons, building Constellations of significance. Five centimeters of infinity, Dynastic inheritor, Building from the debris of the stars Its seven days. |
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