“Language is a virus from outer space”
one line snorted after the other
it fuzzies the brain
virally jumping sane to insane
Language structured universally
leaves the techno hungry mind in daze

content and consciousness
as slingshot and hand
as hand, eye and brain
as rock against the temple
heading bleeding by damnation
Language oh languaged
crumblunteously vain

its desert is just
deserted by architectured will
a dessert, a chill pill a discipline
of tempo, meter and grammar

Language is nonduality built-in
inevitability present more when muted
aphasia’ed with clot, blood, or shot
Language becomes outspoken
in absentia of open, deep space

Silent, child, silent child, silence is your hand
dropping the stone floor wall
in watery lands of concrete reflection
and meadows of the unspoken,
whistles the signaling sparrow

—animasuri’22

perverted note taking of a hit of William Burroughs and an alluded to Dennett, a touch of Chomsky and sprinkled severely with some Jos de Mul via De Groene Amsterdammer https://www.groene.nl/artikel/mutaties-in-onze-geest as often trigger-mused by Dr. WSA