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Benthic

Some words
Have too much to say
That’s not what
Saying’s for

Better to mean
What you don’t intend
Than not mean what
You thought you did

Interpretation
Is stolen valor
Politics of emotions
What turns your head

Or turns on I’m working
Excavating unnatural
Materials of global consumption
Only under local conditions

When the construction resumes
Consoled by consoles
Counseled by councils or
Consumed by consummations

Not a garden but a mine
The canceling canto
Made for the benefit of the doubt
A patronage in a castle

On a long weekend
By the cliffs
The waves are speaking
Can I learn new words

For longer than the time it takes
To say them
Subventions sound geological
Like earthquakes or pyroclastic flows

How elastic
Can these feelings get
First code
Then transcription commences

Or in another model
Transcription comes first
Asserting its right to survive
Out there on its own

With legs dangling over the drain
As the osprey flies
With a fish in its talons
Swarmed by blackbirds

The pond has a hole in it
Where the water flows out
That’s how you know
It’s not really a pond