hothouse earthquake of the tongue.
tremor tremor simulated
story of how speech destroyed the world.
hot gases emerging steaming in between
consonental
continents-en-procès.
vowels sharpened on the tongue
true taste of the construction of the sibilancial gas that cracked the earth.
team palatal drilling, method-quaking,
breathing space into edge-border to
construct collapse his langue through method-rent parole.
boulders roll between their lips
crushing air liquified body in
what we used to call by the name "pain."
making nauseous love with their turned-gueules,
too much comes out to remain human,
the linguistic community has become
the bulimic community,
vomiting air to make room for impressions of fragmentary signs.
voicing replaces breath, narrates
the incipient earthquake.
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stretching body-skin to certain points of sick exhausted
exhale-tation.
geometric sound concatenations
retching sire abdom-abominations
quaking down the gutters of
heretofore known structuration
to slink, scream, slink along the sputter-surface
they have left us us in their wake.
upheave, uprise, outrun the
state-lines of comprehensibility
pulling their subjects round by each ones uvula, we are herded into rowboats
and cast out upon the sea,
each one rocks, retches, heaves,
the sea itself has lost its rhythm
leaving us no standard of integrity.
bodies half inside-out, yanked from that
center to obliterate that very center,
we hang-over boat-sides,
convulsing in unmeaning.
the quaking of the tideless sea
overturns each rowboat, one by flesh-filled one.
our uvulas commence the task of
marine navigation.
lungs, twitch, sputter,
fill and hence the artists formerly known as
linguistic subjects commence the
task of learning to breathe underwater.
sobbing, shaking, we gasp, hiss,
inhale slips of this tongue-torn ocean.
absorbing it, it absorbs us, our bodies,
along with any remaining sense.
in
out
in
outin
out
inout
a singular
an iterative
an experience of becoming
of de-"terre"-itorialization.
those that can find rhythm in drowning
form the first strains of a new poetry.
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