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TWO WORKS
BY RIC CARFAGNA

JIVE CIRCUS

somehow there is
no direction
to follow
that which is not
drossed by this
imbricative ideological impasse

        the scarlet trajectory
        is this
        tomed historicity
        ingested as an unsettling pabulum
        regurgitated fury's
        furthering
         the despotically groping psychosis
                manifesting its revenant
                to the mindless masses
                enshrining
                their intoxicated deities
                within
                a panacean ruse
                of opiated impotence

      
        

enlightenment
spiraling thru the miring
crepuscular nigredo
the prima materia of this
unapprehensible errata-ambience
        
        the tongues of mercy
        which articulate
        the indecipherably apathetic
        sabre-rattling rabble
                the mute spire of
                some stone-domed
                theogonic throwback
                carving a niche
                thru which flows
                the silent blood-scurries
                of histories
                unnamed
                syncretistic aggregates

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THE OBJECT IS ...

struggling for
        a clarity
           of words
    to achieve
        a small perfection
                at the cost
             of loosing our eyes
        from the burdenous
                uncertainties which dog
        these planes of thot -
                        none similar
                         in their intricacies
                and each aware
                        of its own
                                evolution
                        distinguishable only
                thru this maze
                        which language retains

   we fumble
        thru this
        disembodied blindness
                  curiously adept
                at misunderstanding
        our own inadequacy
                though adroit enough
        to plumb the lacuna
                        which illuminates
                      these sentient ambiguities

       Ric Carfagna
        from Notes On NonExistence