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This anagram is an occasional
poem written in response

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to an artwork produced
by the print maker

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Evelyn [INAUDIBLE],, who is very
inspired by my genetic project

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and asked me to write
a poem specifically

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for her own artwork.

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It, of course, plays off
a very famous aphorism

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by William S. Burroughs.

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Language is a virus
from outer space.

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Language is a pursuer
of covert aims.

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Language frames our
virus as poetic.

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Language tapers
our vicious frames.

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Language, for us some,
is a corrupt sieve.

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Language, for us,
promises a curative.

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