Do you ever wonder how many people stood exactly where you’re standing now, and what they left behind?
Can't be just me.
This time.
This time.
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LeopoldBloom · M
This theme comes up several times in Antler's poem Factory.
and
and
Show me the pageant of every creature
born or died on this point on earth,
that sexed here or ate here or played here
or slept here for here was its home!
born or died on this point on earth,
that sexed here or ate here or played here
or slept here for here was its home!
and
Or why not the snapshot album of the faces
of everyone committing suicide this second?
of everyone committing suicide this second?
and
How many boys are assembling plastic models of dinosaurs
in Wauwatosa this second?
How many boys are pretending their hands are dogfighting biplanes
in Wauwatosa this second?
How many boys are riding bikes with feet on the handlebars singing
in Wauwatosa this second?
How many boys are playing "Engulfed Cathedral" on the piano
in Wauwatosa this second?
How many boys are reading Martin Eden in Wauwatosa
falling in love with poetry in this second?
How many boys are jacking off in the Universe this second?
in Wauwatosa this second?
How many boys are pretending their hands are dogfighting biplanes
in Wauwatosa this second?
How many boys are riding bikes with feet on the handlebars singing
in Wauwatosa this second?
How many boys are playing "Engulfed Cathedral" on the piano
in Wauwatosa this second?
How many boys are reading Martin Eden in Wauwatosa
falling in love with poetry in this second?
How many boys are jacking off in the Universe this second?
