torsion/propel.

amnesia the room-temperature sky,
silent darkness sort of thing you
used as a bookmark: revolutionary
you are so facile, pacifist! sum-
mer the metal fall like the anci-

ent of alexandrine noise, but how
my lyrics have grown insipid with
the dust and seashells always re-
ceding away from me, always viol-
ent the matrix of penance & yin--

i began to wonder if i was etern-
ity thinking itself, deconstruct-
ionistically arrived at the point
of total surrender and having de-
voted you to it, let it brace me;

opposing sides: met like daybreak
pushing itself into the recessive
genes and manifesting daily, hold
pattern text inadequate scholar &
a round record, o the slip of the

tongue that i'd swallow if i were
unafraid, you know it's as though
the heat speaks with a trans-atl-
antic drawl, leading by blackmail
and stipples the paint, while in-

wardly, inwardly-- locke with the
navigated psychologies, droller &
ursprach rolling us up and stored
us in a story: light can't neces-
sarily get through but it's okay.