Sunday, October 29, 2017

infinitesimal/point.

we spoke lovingly, as if admired
the broadstrokes, impressionist-
ical and heavied with the glaci-
al pedagogy of a mistress.. or a
master? comme ci, comme ça their

babbly literature that attempted
to reconcile the culture with an
homotropical source-- no, gianna
it doesn't matter: if they don't
understand & perhaps though they

came to scoff they should remain
to pray.. massive and inter alia
and loudly announcing each move-
ment in moments indivisible, yet
harmonic and so dreadfully thin;

excellent good my tutor speaking
through the spokes as they roll,
roll on in the rain, maybe, else
proudly pound consummation's re-
fraction splitting their hastily

indrawn breath, which we've und-
erstood to express surprise-- is
it that easy, all the time? even
though i talk to you in the book
i expect you're growing satiated

with the regal adorers.. make it
new, strike it through, make son
song through the rays that adorn
the strings, so much like little
beads of dew, which we remember.

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