Veneration is a dearth vocation

I rather take my death profession
I will, and I embrace 
and while I'll be writing
more sentences without me

I'm a fine place to start
but the finish is far
from any person;
my great desire: a flourish

of artistry, of intellective 
conversation and generative
togetherness -- and like all great desires
the great project is its deconstruction

not to a negation, not to a destitution
but to a lightning whose light
will not be canned, capture would be
unthetical, dereal, antitheoretical

and so heresy grows
a Vonnegut sized orchard
whose fruits are always 
flowering too soon.

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