85/L22 – Romanesco


Christ the man considers
romanesco. The more
he slices fractals, divining
parentage, the more
perplexed. There is no
seeking mystery. There is
no separation it seems
from spindle down
to root. Replication
quick as breathing,
as unthought
before breathing
is what comes
of divination. Only
a holy sense of yes
comes. So. He lays down
the knife. He lays down.

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