Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
it's a
hell of a thing when
listening to your favorite tune's been
transmuted into an exercise in
data mining
all these
fossils and relics from
so many successive and parallel
dicey lifelines and slithering
lifetimes
it all unravels and unwinds and
this much documentation like
precision pinning of butterflies
in narrow daubs of yellowing
spacetime and whose spinning
vinyl i happened to nab while slopping
altar wine across the transom
of the percentage sign and how many
of them have been abandoned or otherwise
left behind on the dark side of life's
last abrupt threshold beyond which waits
substantial arcana in rich
and pregnant solitude
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