Smoke Rising From the Deck

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With his weeping mouth
Rhyming with men
The goat makes himself a new skin.

With the talent of the cyclone
He turns out to be a star
Disdained for a kiss.

Now dressed and silvertongued
He comes home to Dublin
And rests among men.

Id-Less Creatures

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Daedalus holding out a hand
The torn foot
The elocutionary obsession

With toga and cloacca
Are not shit and death
One and the same?

Suppliant youth
Rushed to forgetting
Your Governor is gone

Lotus Eater

An answer is a claim. It may be true or not. An answer is a claim to know. Something.
How long was Odysseus in the land of the Lotus Eaters? How long will you or I be there?

The ship sails next to find Polyphemus- holy shit - we'll be in trouble then?

Falling is not flying, or is it?

This is one possible answer to the question of the nature of the real-