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Grounding of Flies
A shining evidence that emotion,
that swarming human experience,
is quite afraid of flat symptoms.
I thought about substance
in all that I set fire to
–however romantic
a shape changes,

I must consist
of some finite invincibility.

The flies and the flat
as Socrates recalls flattery.
As far as aesthetics dress,
in as much a burning,

I change all the time
realizing it doesn’t much matter
the condition; while at war
I feel alive.