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## **THE SNA AT OO**
*(A Play Refused, Read Backward)*
**IND ARNE — 5c90 + Sculpture Boxset**
*with marginal graphs, parasites, and the language forgetting itself*
---
```
GRAPH I: TIME vs ITCH
ITCH ^
| *
| * *
| * *
| *
|*
+-----------------> TIME
(goes wrong here)
```
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### ❦ ACT V (FIRST SPOKEN, LAST MEANT)
So scratch the earth above our buried sense,
For **fleas**, those jumping commas of the skin,
Have written laws along the lower back,
In red italics, raised by ceaseless bite.
Common they are, like lies men learn to love,
And itch is but their sermon, often heard.
The dog, poor prince, now bows to unseen crowns,
And humans handling feel the echo spread—
A democracy of spots and blame.
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```
GRAPH II: PARASITE POPULATION
|
| FLEAS
| ###
| ###
| ###
| MANGE ##
| ##
| DEMODEX #
|___________
TIME (reversed)
```
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### ❦ ACT IV (ENTER MANGE, SCRATCHING)
Before the flea, the **mange** did stake its claim—
Scabies mites, like lawyers without rest,
Argue the skin to ruin clause by clause.
Red, thickened parchment forms where fur once lay,
And patchy baldness speaks in silent screams.
This plague makes diplomats of hands and paws:
Touch spreads the itch, and itch invents new touch.
Thus misery becomes a shared belief.
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### ❦ ACT III (DEM O’ DEX, THE QUIET TENANT)
Earlier still, when health yet held the gate,
Lived **Demodex**, a mite of modest means.
It dwelt unnoticed, paid its rent in peace,
And harmed no house whose immune watch stood firm.
But when the watchmen sleep, or youth missteps,
This tenant multiplies without consent—
Crust builds on eyes, on feet, on tender heads,
Most oft in pups, though age is no defense.
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```
GRAPH III: IMMUNE STRENGTH vs SYMPTOMS
SYMPTOMS ^
| ######
| ####
| ###
| ##
| #
+-----------------> IMMUNE FUNCTION
(weak ← → strong)
```
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### ❦ ACT II (ENTER THE MACHINE)
Now stride we upward to devices named,
The **Servocardiac Interrupter** hums—
A heart that halts to measure its own worth,
Then stutters back like thought after a shock.
Here breath becomes **Liquid Breathing**, drawn
Not through the lungs but through the wound of sound.
Words melt before they harden into sense,
And **Unfinished Languages** drip from the mouth,
Half-built like bridges ending in the air.
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```
GRAPH IV: LANGUAGE COMPLETION RATE
WORDS ^
| broken
| /--------
| /
| /
| /
+-----------------> TIME
(spoken backward)
```
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### ❦ ACT I (MORAL INVERSION)
Above this all, where meaning flips its sign,
Stands **Moral Inversion**, crowned askew.
Here scratching passes for devotion pure,
And healing wears the costume of the wound.
The **Decameter Antena**, ten beats long,
Listens for guilt inside the static itch,
Translating suffering to waveform prayer.
And lo—the **Medusae** rise, a writhing choir,
Their serpents not of hair but of idea.
One look, and flesh recalls its fragility;
One glance, and stone begins again to feel.
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```
GRAPH V: MEDUSAE EFFECT
FLESH --> STONE
STONE --> THOUGHT
THOUGHT --> ITCH
ITCH --> FLESH
(loop will not terminate)
```
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### ❦ PROLOGUE (LAST, BUT FIRST)
All this enclosed in **IND ARNE — “The Sna At OO”**,
Five c90s wound like nervous systems tight,
A sculpture boxed, yet always leaking sense.
We start at end, for ends are safest truths.
The cause comes last, ashamed to be the cause.
Thus plays this work: reversed, infested, live—
A skin of time that cannot groom itself,
Forever shedding meaning as it moves.
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