the art of rot (iii)
as a lens, a crystal ball, and an autobiography
when did it become possible to look at a rot
and do nothing about it? when did it become
the only way of looking?
a stone tossed into a bell : a prayer to be an answer
tucked inside a mango and still be called a stone
by at least one tongue.
the timecone of my existence and the piss arc
of my mind are congruent : an eczema of abridged
dreams, hence proved.
the spores depart for the arriving and then arrive
at the departing because where else can they go?
if only i could believe
in a place before entering it, a body to be more
than corrosion or corrosive, i'll teach the spores
to stay as a want
rather than plowing through something that leaves
no signs of leaving.
~ ajay
17/9/2022
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