conscious/delusion.

the magnetic start of the decade
that burns through the paper and
binding, as if left out behinded
and beheaded with the foam moved
heavy on the blue bells and exed

relations that poured into glass
resemble eyes.. oh my bird is an
one and only, like a child, like
a butterfly that flew away, from
the shack or the meetingplace or

the community center, the absent
ontology that substrated our new
and illustrious approach to pol-
itical science: give me liberty,
or give me death, sailor-swains;

the fruit that's fiona in dream-
ing together and moving forwards
with the tightspinned hypnogogia
that pitch the ark, pitch a ball
perhaps clockwise so caught-up &

defined by the circles around my
eyes, under them, blackening and
relevant to the study of girls--
literature and language are ine-
luctably for everyone, that's at

least something you can't deny &
i only want to swim, love, love,
swim, kind of like forever, mov-
ing my muscles major against the
current and living high enjoyer.