Plasticity
Unravel the riddle of blood and bone
then translate it to me by telephone-
the ancient forms of earth and stone
I call my own.
Electric!
Electric!
They come to me
through a simple rule of plasticity.
All things ground to electrical dust
Digital light from industrial rust-
oak, steel, blood, bone
I call my own.
Electric!
Electric!
They are mine
Through a simple trip out of space and time.
blood! bone!
earth! stone!
electric!
electric!
They come to me
through lazered translation of mono-divine
through the bottomest root of our family tree
through a simple rule of plasticity.
Justin Rigamonti,
© 2002