Sara Mumolo – Four Poems from Brain in a vat

Sara Mumolo

Four Poems from Brain in a vat

merely an artifact of the peculiar

for example, when one gets shot he yells out as if in pain. in fact, he does not feel any The Bat Argument When the terrorists hang, your sun will rise tomorrow. When you embody terrorism does said sun rise? The casual stains of external suspicions, an experience science. All we have is science says. Where is the organism aspect? Proof = a contradiction to be something it is like for. Explosions in a firmament ask if fireworks save anymore. Safety is opposition of terror. Or Safety as wind. As fear ciphers a chime from corollaries that lynch sunlight. More isolated segments Weather survives in arenas as mate consolation grows Perception bites the lip off ray or cyclone osculation To garden synthetic horizons for service as partial self stencils other into airs Withered or dried in defunct fan velocities the arid spasms and oscillations pollute summer syndrome or infant crying and waterless, there is not a gap in nature, but a void in our understanding. it might be argued by man that the void is caused by some genuine.

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