Our agents have depleted self-esteem,
pass unchecked through osmotic boundaries;
are even now at work in schools and dairies.
Revise contingency; brush up on contagion,
small god of casual sex whose name is legion.
Exchange immunities, lest worm of worm
run rings around the commune. In the warm
of reciprocity share recipes
for violent tortes, exploding canapes.
Each mutant strain of love extends the en-
tity drawn fibrously across an N-
dimensional continuum as sponge,
as coral, as the arbitrary angel
folding, unfolding, his wings into space-time.
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