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1. act 1 scene 1

Settle thy studies, begin
                                   test four corners of the room
find the door                                      that is the end
of every art                           every city's downfall.

The royal road                      analysis ravished me
affirmation in denial
                                                   that glorious insight
of oneiromantic logic                              but is it all?

Everything is prick or cunt
that's it, thy will be done?
Adieu droning Thanatos;          Schrödinger come
with your uncertain science       you melted down

Newton's ball and chain                your microcosm
it's mercifully disjunct.
                                           Yet induction led to this
microchips for missiles

                                                                 to be or not
a Taoist paradox?                         Quantum physic
farewell! Where is Marx?
                                 Here is something real enough

the state                                    immutable history.
But the comrades
who strummed revolutionary songs
behind the barricade            gone. All their deaths

for meaningful ends                    still leaves nature
her popular plan                  survival of the richest
                                enshrined in the market place.
Bring on drug culture

I would leave the pentacle of material sense.
But to be pickled                         is no immortality.
Solvents depart. Flesh
                                our form of bricks and mortar.