Christian Prigent, p.3

imagine 450 pages in all
senses fully in (in all senses literally)
budding bloom : tail-fins
of zebras deep glands cell-
ular swarming

questions : how
a flesh-cell knows how
of skin of muscle of bone of
zebra in two head-spins it’s

destiny how in all
that is decided between the dice
& the acids how
it trips up how
the foot is made tootsie how
it re

hack!         (cough)

fashions the heart
repelling generations what if
my soul was my soul and not
this pale nomad
monad I

would know that would I?