Poetry About the Oil Spill Live Feed

Children can achieve the process of renewal in one hundred different ways
A live feed from one mile under the surface of the ocean is not entirely live
There is delay
If the oil spill ends, I will not know of its ending until seconds or even minutes after it ends
Before that end, the delay is of no consequence
This second and that second are oil oil oil oil dispersant dispersant oil ad infinitum
A redefining of oil painting
A renewal of hatreds and the marching cloud of black death
I watch and I am comforted in watching
I am comforted by my pretensions
I am watching the live feed of the oil spill.

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I wonder who posted my writing about the live feed of the oil spill on anarchistnews.org
And I wonder how long they watched the live feed of the oil spill before posting it
I wonder if they chose to post my writing to mock me
Or as a generous gesture
I do not care either way
Such is the power and the glory of narcissism
Forever and against everything
A horrible fate
Walk the beaches while you can
Drink deeply of the poisonous water
And vomit everywhere
Show yourself to me.