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So do the rivers and the sky and the trees and birds we so eagerly adore

in the artificiality of our poetic narrations, with statutory rhyme, and our sardonic pleasures under our lover’s gaze

or does the cell of a long dead woman or the face of a primate who click-bated their selves

not enjoy the grace of our standing and authority

I am Icarus untouched by Medusa, grandeuring to be Zeus, thundering down my edict as to whom or what shall have the right to mimetic representation.

—animasuri’22

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