Knot iii.VII, by Stacy Doris

If people could feed on themselves which they can, whether in despair or

Pride, time becomes a circulation, reduced and expanded to that, imitating

Digestion. Ingesting decomposes any scrap into functions, whereas eating

Something other than yourself disprove wholeness. What rewards

Rewording might be justice. Then does response outrun responsibility,

Overthrow it, so all government’s automatic, total, a model of control based

On nature? If retribution’s normal, rule’s always enforcing, twisted and

Abstract: flexed. Then days are contaminated by law, and life’s a code,

Dead yet lethal. Even putrefaction would be saturated thus: the severed

Hand molder on schedule.

Perhaps in this way all living’s starvation, programmed to regurgitate itself,

So cutting off supplies would free, while goods stifle. Thus the excuse

That oneness means bodiless, that what has parts is too bulky for unity.

Indivisible then implies a corpus subtracted, or, origin in amputation. Any

Bomb curls back on its unleashing, so mirrors cause and denies effect.

So repeats; is a refrain. Like all waves, destruction won’t break. If so,

Nobody needs to be alive to go on. State equals machine, but runs only

By crashing. Each project attacks what may be in place with the corrosive

Burn of potential. Passivity’s the only order: ordains. But breathing counts

Down. Each movement of respiration encodes terror, which flourishes in

Everyone thus, in the midst of hunger and abundance, in the speed of love.

No tourniquet dispels it.