Ontotheology by Number
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Can you tell what kind of man I am
by getting a look at my junk?
do you think you can know me
by what I am throwing out here?
But how some archaeologists and
these miners of mind try to divide the lines;
digging and digging to sneak a peek
I can show you if it pleases you
If I haven’t already
it will take some time
almost as long as
(re)prisoning yourself
into the cave.
Can you know what kind of poet I am
by engaging with me in this moment?
intertwining, analyzing, intertexting
Synthesis
Do you really think you can know me
by these flickers of shapes?
I know that you’ll try
You will shed your scales and
lift your heads so the blindfold
lets in the light
and when you have judged
what is inside of me
what will the resolution
be?
Will
you never hear the words
from me again, or will you
build a religion from my bones?
Either way, I’ll be dead and smiling.
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