| Thomas D. Jones USA X-Ray Primordial dust of stars, transparent, luminescent flesh without breath, soft-shelled see-through skeleton, thin-ribbed backboned statue with blank stomach and clanking joints, stone heart, razor jaws and teeth, ossified in blackness of empty space-- an imp in a vacuum where no stars reside, no cells propagate, no whimpering gods or spirits to tell where it went wrong, except in the rhythm of the silent self heard dripping from the sink of blood after its own severed hand removed the final scalpel. This beast draped in white on the wall of time, stands upright like a doll, unlike ancestors who crawled content on fours. It awaits the day of awakening when told to arise from its tomb, from vacuous space its womb, and become more than false flesh or incontinent salt and semen, organs and bones, its lumpy shape engulfing the world. © All Copyright, 2000,
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