The Cloud as a metaphor for Anxiety
Anxiety as a metaphor for The Cloud
(d) affectively intense material is learned best.
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the job of the poem in this situation is to imagine the blue bag of blood like a permanent meniscus wilting on a permanent desk permanently real and pertinent like a zinc anodyne copper crawling down the cavern of your throat the job of the poem is to touch you there the job of the poem in this situation is the systematic renouncement of all possible atrocities in what we call the present the job of the poem is to bare like a new year the new year sun ebbs into what we call dawn slightly ahead of it i change my laptop display to a display for the visually impaired slightly ahead of it i describe its low clouds as high density conglomerations beautiful arias masses of immobile information slightly on top of me you touch me all the blood travelling through you at 425 cm/s and then air
air happening everywhere