The furnace farts
I fart back
we’ve eaten
too many bodies
not to approve or
disapprove of ourselves
as if your laughter proved
heaven exists at least
somewhere bodiless
beings as self-evident
systematic geology
you have to start with
the future and work
back from there
to where the past
warmth keeps happening
that sense of danger
starting to fall
almost everywhere
gray as language.
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