arduous spite
the day they laid the brickwork
and two hundred staff
we settled on the ocean’s floor
belly up like BP
too young to know
our exams had taken place
in a house of straw
<< the bridge’s broken tarmac >>
<< the oil in the empty lot >>
<< the student suicides >>
putrid crust of the imago machinic repetition of the same transferable capital
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the end never came
for we had already arrived
An outcry an irruption a line of flight
lynchpin through the broken wheel
the violence of the panopticon
and apologies apologies apologie
le Trésor de la langue française informatisé
l'extatique
l'épuisé
l'opprimé
babel will always stand on the side of
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no, probably
not
probably, never
mistook you for someone else >>
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