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Autonomic
by Andrew Thomas Jacobs

All is mystery
Mystery
Folly hound folly fool folly hand
Horses at the break of day
Wild horses
How many I couldn't say
Certainly more that fifty
More than a hundred
Male with his bloodshot eyes stamping and quivering
Drawing his line in the sand at the tree line
We stared across that forest
That forest opening
His nostrils flare and he lifted his head
Slightly towards me
Slightly towards me
Lifting my head slightly towards him and he said
"and the young males dawdled round"
"dawdled round" and stamping their feet.
Young males dawdled round and so who am I
Head and I Am's in the sky
Don't fit in
Out of range
Autonomic
Don't get in my way
What am I
Electro-chemical
Impulse in
Now I turn my head to the left
Come on body fail me now
Come on body fail me now
Come on body fail me now
Impulse/Resist
Impulse/Resist
Impulse/Resist
My back teeth bleed with desire
Like fine grit
Broken shards of hot blood like glass
Like candy hard and brittle in my throat
My throat

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from Blue hides the terror, released October 1, 2019

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Andrew Thomas Jacobs Portland, Oregon

Multi instrumentalist, vocalist, interdisciplinary artist and proud member of the Navajo Nation. I have abiding interest in surrealism and surrealistic expression. Stream of consciousness, automatic writing and oblique strategies. Play all the instruments if I can. Thank you and enjoy. ... more

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