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Transcriptionist's Taperolls out endless helixing from the machine from the hand
collecting on the floor phonemes clustered on its width
like karyotyped bands cyptographic clusters come face
to face some steganography there the transcriptionist
can see right through: read back: these weeks I've been
dreaming of a long obsidian roll that rusts in the light:
what do you mean by "roll": a narrrow band of hunter-
gatherers trapsing from Africa, heading for India, south-
east Asia, mitochondrial disposition, molecular smear:
I'm sorry, Your Honor, the ink has smudged, it says either
"either" or "ether": diaspora, miasma: today the clouds are
dust suspended, eroded mountain-top, bits of cirque
and glacier flying, somewhere over Kansas organizing
descendiing as tornado, these currents braiding one another
six hundred miles per hour: at six hundred miles
per year, migration's speed, slow relocation of cytosine,
guanine up the chain, vibration of some colored phoneme
in the throat, curling in an ear, tape-thin membrane shakes:
Posted by Jake Adam York at May 12, 2005 6:38 PM