I entered the opening and the body flooded with ecstacy Seeda School is the portal Through which the entirety of my creative potential can be realized I closed my eyes to travel there And saw a land so free it was frightening A wild beyond, beyond beyond A place where the forest garden was a technology And the computer was the weaving loom We coded with clay The data lived in the water That’s what the biotechnologists forgot Leaves & branches stained the river black Swimming in your imagination the smell of spit I recall everything When water holds the memory And the skin is an interface You don’t need metal You’re made of it Running toward frightening freedom with an open mouth Transformation is the means and the end Creative destruction gushing from our fingers the taste of sour cherry I opened my eyes to find the keyboard wet and sticky It was sweet, it was eternal I decided I must live there here.
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