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Objects of the Visible Language
Amy Catanzano


            Do you believe in the once indivisibility of atoms?


The arranged ruins of planetary lights?

                                                                                    The core of the planet was several


                                                            in the mind of the australopithecine.




                                    Consider the astral cataloguing


DNA Mad Scientist.



                        One million dollars sure buys a lot of simulation!




For hidden deep within the spiral code

                                                of the imprisoned green mountain

                                                                                    beats the anti-solstice arsenal.





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                        Stitch stitch the requirement if the species is to propagate.


And when the hypercube collectors go to auction . . .


                                                                And if the eyespot locus in your palm . . .




Others choose the tropic within.


                        Do you know who built that little pyramid of dreams

in your head?



                        What about that quiet machine you own

                                                                                    that peels back the separatrix

                                                                                    boundary from the giant's eye?





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                        I strive to crack and vaporize the medium, leaving behind a replica

                                                            of its route—



                        We are used to the converse: water and hills, apples drop.



                        We are often provided a formalism in which the patterns




grow


                                                                        chaotic, which is non-periodic,




                        and when the system becomes overwhelmed with choices



                        the medium dissolves, repeating the route of its future

                                                                                            non-structure.





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                        Imagine each and every grain of sand is x-rayed somewhere

                                                                                               on the surface.


            When I first saw you


                                                I ran forward are there edges on that?





                        As a result, the body of evidence for gradient fields proliferated.




                        The arterial tree-like structure of the lungs that didn't quite exist.




                        As if the world I claim—high up—does the break of symmetry

                                    dream even there?





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                        The hardened fire of natural opal is all color and solace and candor.




            I remember the wood's


                                                gypsy circles


                                                                        in deep time


                                                                                                and without dimension—




                        Is such fluxus geology appropriate for this situation?






                        Between the eye and its rock star fractal, straight into the future!





                                     Observations at no atomistic level in all one sees.





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                                    Since only by way of counterpoint can I build an invention


                                                             to measure the behavior of everything



                        clockwise.



                        Have you thought the slope to be steeper




                                                            where the periphery disconnects?




                        Where the clock's second hand shoots through


                                                the heart of the star—approaching



                                                                        more temporal RNA, please:



                                    shifting the glossolalia in my blood.





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                                    "They were cloaked, like silhouettes.



                                    They were glad to see me.



                                    They indicated that they had had contact with me

                                    as an individual before.




                                    They seemed pleased we had discovered this technology.




                                    I thought of how the South Pacific natives could see

                                    only Captain Cook's small boats,

                                    and not his big ships,



                                    until they actually climbed on board

                                    and touched them."