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No one taught me to dream with the earth

or be possessed by the spirits

of the animals,

so I was haunted

by the strange wildness

of networks.

A virtual ecology

with its own terrain

yet animated by that original pump,

the heart.

In a brilliant dystopian mythos

the disembodied soul

was the animal I hunted,

the one whose movements

I longed to understand.

# data[].attributes.body
i want to kill you in my garden
i want to kill you in my garden
i want to kill you in my garden

# data[].attributes.body
don't let the long green grass grow over you
don't let it suck the nutrients out of you
until you are still
lifeless

# data[].attributes.body
like a withering flower

# data[].attributes.body
Born in the year of OxyContin
Raised in the tall grass
Teen millionaire having nightmares from the camera flash
Now I'm alone on a windswept island
Caught in the complex divorce of the seasons
Won't take the call if it's the label or the radio

# data[].attributes.body
they think i'm rotten