tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120550062024-03-12T17:54:22.992-06:00Signifying nothingIssue 57: here's an equivocator that could swear in both the scales against either scaleClint Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13534333959460032669noreply@blogger.comBlogger1487125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12055006.post-65850486768419683412023-01-28T15:46:00.003-07:002023-01-28T15:46:34.938-07:00IntestateReaching fifty eight<br />And I know exactly<br />Where everything <br />Goes<div><br /></div><div>I also know exatly<br />Where everything doesn't<br />Go</div><div><br /></div><div>It goes where to the</div><div>World</div><div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<br />Our oversaturated present, with its wandering<br />Robots</p><p>Who are, technically, also running away<br />Without legs, of course, but with outlandish<br />Speed</p><p>ROBOT is running away from something<br />He may not even remember, since his memory<br /> Banks</p><p>Are full of pain and suffering of some kind<br />Inflicted on him on Ganymede by those who<br />Love</p><p>But ultimately hate him. So he runs; he runs<br />And he is most assuredly crafted in metal to be<br />Male</p><p>He runs, this ROBOT with pencil thin legs<br />Radio head with yellow blinking light and<br />Antennae</p><p>And the scene fades as he runs, now a tiny<br />Glistering speck of metal against a vast, vast<br />Grey</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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</div><div></div><div>Seems to mean something
</div><div></div><div>(Yeah I'm writing a poem)
</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>But I am thinking a lot about
</div><div></div><div>Life
These days </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Matter. </span></p><p><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="color: #202124;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I can understand Faust when you hear a song like
That.
</span></span><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
But the best song ever, you know that I think,
Isn't.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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