by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
For promising re-examinings
extremely moving, deeply human
interchanged briefly
with insane layerings
as vocal traces of new strains
re-arranged as the basis
of clapping games
for endgames
like frayed foundations
of dudes praying
for decaying analog tapes
while lacking clarification and strength
neither meditative nor sacred
in peaceful sound space
slowed down, off track
with the rhythms of inching mysticism
like name recognition
of invisible rivers
in inaugural issues
of unfamiliar foreign editions
as short fiction having been
in a dissed round-robin of ambition
not limited to shooting from the hip
like derisive non-fiction
in arrhythmic intervals
of volatile rituals
within circular mosh pits
of re-issued showbiz...
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