Saturday, May 10, 2014

If I could distill

By X. Z. Shao

If I could distill
every whim and glint
from my mind
and install them in a robot,
I would welcome euthanasia
and wake up a thinking machine
and happily discard the corpse
as a defunct organ
after a transplant.
Then write, my friends,
and reassemble yourself in letters.
You will pace out of your dead body alive
as the moon walks in every river and lake.


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