Lasting Impressions

　　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 responseoutrun 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.