in a tunnel under the river there’s a tunnel under the river. things disappear and play double. you close a video source and there was a second one playing underneath it the whole time, in sync and so under the radar.
in the tunnel is a tunnel. it was made again. bombed tunnel means make tunnel in tunnel.
two. like a scar. a secondary.
the thing that is the thing that papers over the thing. becomes it. a surface for the easy transfer of capital.
do you believe in that. that the worm was the whole time a sheath that covered the worm? you unpeel it and inside is a pink fleshy thing that has been suffocated. how far down do you cut til you get to the perfect worm?
inside the tunnel, the section that grew back, there’s this kind of writing. it’s not like you can see it at all. but you feel that when you’re in there it’s like, of course, an entire system is contained within this space for transmitting knowledge that is unique. someone leaves a bike in this section and it warps, slowly in the day and quickly at night, and moulds itself until it’s a wall fixture, then shrinking further until it’s a waterstain.
drip drip drip. that’s the river. a billion tonnes of water pushing down on top of us. drip drip drip. slow decay. they’ll have to grow the double out until it’s the tunnel that ate the tunnel.
sit in the metal rings and shed your skin. the things that are are always things that will not be. and when they come back they’ll be breathing water. smiling metal. hard leather leash lined with match striking pads. light one up with your teeth and grow back your lips.
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