starlike/eruption.

sloterdijk says, and follower my
slighting linguistics can't con-
tain in the gracious, outpouring
ouroboros that shines in the sky
like a sun or a moon-- everyday,

the autobiographical impulse has
been shortened by the procession
of lifetime piling up, and danc-
ing away the dross to fatten the
pocket, some day i'll aim a ball

at it and revere the tracers our
eyes can't behold, just speaking
language to you for the sake of,
i don't know, the clasp and sym-
bolic value, free intersections;

how divisionist! the francophone
adoration and internal spines of
the library of babel, yes allud-
ing to the monuments of histori-
es that, while imagined, memori-

es vanquish the illiteracy of: i
farfeel with the senses that are
repetitive yet hours nourish you
gently swaddled in snowy breath-
ing the word of eternal life and

the names become fuzzy like ash,
but not like that, either: faded
not into the nothingness however
remembering the solemn intent to
gratitude, and it was beautiful.