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teeth/ hypnotized by language lingers between wedding rings into an abstract mouthing song to coat the wall in another such as? { } no, not yet.
as for the words it was only a small section of “worlds”, fragments which tell of future heart attack, each day a drink of water to stop and (at itself before possibility, the nonsense of the pendulum, the stop stop of fathers ,of course, I hear my name in that, but slowly, in thirst or reverse, the legs make arousal, the plants happen to be listening & not a single photo occurs, the tape records of course, an endless palindrome from which this debris will uncoil— of course
in the worry I am sitting, coat of book to come, room after room, the mouth swallowing, the visual question of tear ducts, something is going on — how it feels to move through a day with Down’s syndrome, Sam asks me, we sit in divination in rain and he asks of how speci#cally we can cultivate this kinetic horse abandoned;
no sibling then, abandoned in half acre of wood, made limbs when counting the city as city in each atom you quark a space warp, time warp? daydreams as if the corpse could craft impulses <> I know little of subway horticulture
I am unglued and desire brings madness or absence or abscess,
or what of when we bathed in wine & cake and cut circles of sugar in the birthday of winter, all of this pays the toll, the despondent lover in my body is the only quali#cation I have in stereotypes are lay lines.