Once were

[tectak]

I awoke with different stripes
finger-painted on my hide,
the sort that only show when your eyes are closed. It is only the use of "different" that serves to confuse here. You had stripes, but now you have different stripes. There must be clarity on the horizon, or the old stripes and the new become largely irrelevant. Will it be so?

Shouts and flashes built my box No. So I will not hanker after clarity. This is going the way of obscurity...and who knows where that lives. Can I like it for its quiddity? No...but that's me
and I am independent of the floor
I once commanded, Some odd disconnect has occured. Where do you want me to end this sentence...a sentence you have authorised me to interpret as I wish? Are you " Independent of the floor you once commanded " or are you " Independent of the floor" but commanding a transportable label. The not clearness is not clear.

a transportable label that others know
by osmosis rather than effort, as they ..an unusual attribute of osmosis, knowing. Perhaps "learn of by" rather than "know". I know what you mean but not osmotically.
absorb the quiddity you stapled to the bill. Bugger me...quiddity! Is it fungible with a fiver?

Fragments of me leave
in iMemories. Collected and centrifuged,
they would yield nothing but sludge: OK. I like this stanza but do not know why. It may be that the switch of material (fragments) to spirit ( imemories) and back to material again (sludge) has a certain appeal to those who seek the actuality of a "soul" (little ol' soul seeker me) in the nuclear niceties of matter, once arranged into a "living" entity. Yes...of course, that's what it's all about...isn't it. Isn't it? Fuck.

Best,
tectak

omitto tacitus

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I think as it it is, only you will know the real intent and what the content mean . but the poem does give a feel of past experiences, a not so healthy feel. i would have liked a bit more understanding on my part and possibly a little more from the poem, no constructive feedback as such except to say i'm not sure if what i got was what you gave

I awoke with different stripes
finger-painted on my hide,
the sort that only show when your eyes are closed. i get the feeling this is a memory, a bad one, mainly because stripes are often associated with whippings which is a synonym for beating.

Shouts and flashes built my box for me this reinforces the thought that the 1st person is as she/he is because of conditioning, probably violent conditioning.
and I am independent of the floor i'm not sure what this means unless it means you've moved on
I once commanded,

a transportable label that others know
by osmosis rather than effort, as they
absorb the quiddity you stapled to the bill. again, the quiddity, the real price or hidden charge makes me think that someone got more than they bargained for

Fragments of me leave
in iMemories. Collected and centrifuged, i have no idea what imemories are.
they would yield nothing but sludge: im not sure if this is saying you've cut the bad bits away or can't get away from them.

omitto tacitus does this translate as 'don't touch'?

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i just saw what omitus tacitus means

You gotta be careful with Latin. The endings are buggers. Omitto tacitus when I was trying to get in to Girl Guides, any girl guide, meant to pass silently by/away. Times change. Tempus fugit, too.
Best,
tectak