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WHAT WE ARE MISSING

Within a rhizomatic structure
having accepted the orchid of immanence
in its sole— one life— present
knots and knots abound & intensify
reflected on the carefully drawn & cut facets
of the transparent topaz,

from apocalypse to resurgence
from maelstroeming downward movements
to enlightened atemporal breaks
an outside timetable diligently recorded
on scraps of paper/ pocketbooks/ agendas,
collected in tel. #/ email addresses,
grants an order or madness,
stress or a safe ground on which to gather
the body without organs

a tired Santa Claus
with a burdensome bag on his shoulders
or a clumsy diver with oxygen bottles,
an astronaut stumbling on the barren surface of the moon
or a Michelin man stuck on the roof of a building,
we think we are thinking
we think we are overlooking towns

bodies and bodies
ants in the traffic
blindly rushing
without perception.

© Anny Ballardini 2006