• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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My desire is zaftig

It is only when I get to the
old Midland Goods Shed –
hello you vaulted cathedral
to liberalism and capitalism –
that I realise as much as I should
tell you about how the tension
inherent in the figure is a synecdoche
for redemption, or how it is a figurative
representation of what a superintelligence
we engineer – because we can – will
do to us, actually all I want to say
is (forgive me):

       my desire is zaftig
today; I need to remind my head
that it is not always dominion,
and pleasure is somewhere
between liberty and control;
let me unwrap you, change up
the angles, melt us together;
remember seduction is a type
of justice too.

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