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August 17, 2015
There's an empty space between my wanting and having, a secret space where the arms without arms draw out gestures for completeness without beginning, reaching for an answer before the question, knowing all without knowing anything, being alive, yet dead in spirit, this thing we seek, this brave plateau of evolution that belies the human frailty, rises to a place of being, expanding all that is human without humanity, siphons heart through a steel eye, spits compassion out like tobacco, spreads a new kind of death along the river we call man, the uber man, the one coveted above all.