A street chant

to quake

one

sea-weed green

shingle

off

your neighbor's

roof ---

the pre-agential

one,

if only

because

it lacked the

life

span

to know

to act,

a mutatedmutating,

a gelatin-center

wax bean float-

ing in the deadly

still waters

of nobody,

eatinganddying

mouth less

absorption

until its

no-eye

body collapses

disintegrates

disinterested and

seen by

no one

------- before

the

miracle:

one touch

multicellular adhesion

extraterritorializing compilation,

progressive patterning

of the deoxy-

nucleic that

learned

the

art&power

of

atomic anatomic

reformation ----

the logic of touch

---- cell upon

cell upon

cellup

on,

inside our

apartment rooms

our refridgerators

our bathrooms

our bigtv living

rooms

Can you see?

Can you see?

the chant through

the window

to wake

up to

a mess

on the floor

and my passion to

clean the

outside

soto

&

uchi,

because we touched,

to want for

one without

the other

our egoist and altruist,

or the primitivist deconstruct-

ionist

a desire to

explode,

and the one who

cleans before cleaning

our biobuddhist

and

contemporary

onlooker.