de rien (denken ist danken)

de rien

it's nothing.
not no thing

but know things
and slow questionings
soon the telephone rings
bring bring

soft edison stings
and dramamine flings
when once we were kings
ping ping

turning twisted
and floating
and floating
and noting
our notary posing
engrossing, the story
of nuclear dosing
from rotary phoning
and phony rote toning
on butterfly wings
sing sing

moan tone in
the gloaming
and thrashing
and foaming
quiver fleshly
in darkness
no cellular roaming
lines made of flight
and unseeable light
i grasp at these strings
bring bring


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