Antithesis 90
the brain on the fly how many clocks
the border of the cortex
skyscraper while long scent bulb saying thing
it is not capitalism licking its toes
as war eats the desires of a human blur
Reading this poem feels like catching pieces of thought as they flicker past. It doesn't tell a story or follow a clear argument. Instead it jumps between images: the brain "on the fly," a question about "how many clocks," the "border / of the cortex." The opening seems preoccupied with the mind…
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