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Todd Pownell
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Todd Pownell

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    The Aesthetics of Process

    Thought Reoccurs
    In the Glow of Heat

    The Malleability of Medium
    Dictates Poetics of Effort

    From the Grace of Apriori
    Inorganic materiel Evolves

    The Refraction of Optics
    Daydreams always
    Of the Enjoyment of Touch

    The pride of Tragedy
    Seesaws with
    The Guilt of Elation

    The laughter of non-function
    Collaborates on a sandcastle with
    The inefficiency of Language

    The Nonlinear Numbers
    Are writing a Novel
    In disappearing Ink
    Edited by
    The Uncertainty of Reality

    The Movement of Abstinence
    Builds a card house
    For the Restoration of Cycles

    The deconstruction of Ideals
    Is Flirting with
    The Opposition of Gravity


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    Tightly wrapped into a nuclear reactor.
    Point particles are false
    Vibrations and symmetry are now king.

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    Of Biology -
    & A blade of grass is a twisted ladder,
    Without a soul
    Magic is no more
    Programs and operating systems are now authors.

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    Of Society -
    & Wall Street is a brain center,
    Inside of a centipede
    Currency is a stone
    Lunacy and value are the tides.

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    Of Intellect -
    & Revolution is a virus,
    On the keel line of a Viking ship
    All maps are incorrect
    Vision and space bend time like orgasms.

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    Of Opposition -
    & Philosophy is a conceptual Messiah
    With message, in a fallopian tube pregnancy
    No stage is stable
    Motion and complexity drive actors into the audience.

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    Problem

    Definition is sharp
    My fingernails rip

    Category is a box
    window small, walls padded

    Reason is a Hammer
    My forehead hurts

    Prolonging life is Vanity
    Breath stopped, Heart beat

    Communication is a cage
    I steal food

    Comfort is dulled senses
    Numbness always has a pillow

    The pursuit of Happiness is flawed
    I stopped growing leaves

    Logic pierces
    I constructively cut myself

    Ornamentation is costume
    The trail of Metaphysics

    Cast metal and Ivory
    Men as books in Hell

    Thought is ephemeral




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