by Greg Baysans
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Random Light
It's been my bane and boon extracting words from random light. Random access memory is all we have of history as taught in the academy. Not myth nor genetic legacy conveys a life's totality, complete with lust and purity and pain and glee and irony. To best describe mentality without alluding to astrology as metaphor for activity, one must strip theology of its harsh ideology and fathom instead biology (or, better yet, ecology), precisely, entirely. This thought pulled from the sea and kept or thrown back immediately, added to the chronology which builds on itself constantly, feeding avoriciously. Humans and their own debris are what, with age, we come to be. Every five minutes the toilet semi-flushes. I think it's haunted. There was no snowstorm on that holy black night in or out of mind. Flush.
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