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    dots Submission Name: mountains are mountains, againdots
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    Author: Myopic
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       when you learn, first mountains are mountains. Then mountains are no longer mountains. Finally mountains are mountains again.

    -- Zen

    I read this article about a bioartificial heart made from rat cells, separated from the body. There was a picture of it suspended in this Plexiglas chamber with plastic tubes running it to it and it was beating. it's just strange seeing an image like the heart made into that for practicality's sake. I have no problem with it, though, I'm no puritan. It's a heart as long as it works. It's just that meaning isn't objective and our hearts are as expendable as anything else.

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    dotsmountains are mountains, againdots
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    to those who have mere flavor:
    a longing hold to sentences
    filled with gold -
    a song sung by a man
    who's life is submission to a likeness
    and a grasping, so palpable dawn
    of everything ever felt under
    lonely fingerprints.
    No man can live if a
    man is
    just a life
    and a sing-songing blank buttress
    who can only feel the air
    who gives to take,
    who smiles for money.
    A head planted in the sand
    will someday sprout into a forest of trees
    a happiness that someday
    flees and
    scars our knees,
    love.

    Who really cares if we are alone --
    If words are just words
    that curdle and chime
    to tears and mouths' muscles in
    3/4th time
    like a bioartificial heart,
    we are only here to be alive.

    The hill is a valley to the mountain
    that is,
    if hills are hills
    valleys are valleys
    and mountains are mountains,
    again.




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