volumes/dissonant.

flax resplendent, with tattletale
environment replete with and for-
gotten about: climbing spiralling
inward by the graceful systematic
burgeoning of modernist sympathy,

bullhorn program and computerized
skin-- which sinks into the floor
first: the water, or the blood? i
skipped a few vowels in my enunc-
iation of the assumption, so give

unto me to demonstrate conceit in
the context of spherics.. person-
al graphic user interface and sin
is left, is left behind, all to a
neoprofundity that's illustrated;

what am i if i don't have the big
words? flying a rainbow kite in a
windstorm, razorbladed acid house
with updated electronics, grappl-
ing techniques understood, under-

stated, and invested with squeaky
synths.. in another language, may
have been in a dream or a centri-
fuge, i could make my contacts an
encyclopedia of olympian majesty,

grave as you please and nigh unto
burning as far as empty dusk set-
tles forwards and backwards, rock
paper scissors style, in the palm
of a child who thinks it's a pyx.

linen/puzzle.

if you're listening there's pond-
erous lightning in the noosed and
forgiven softness: as round as an
egg and brightening with the sup-
posed asperity of wishes and sub-

tle dresses made for girls who've
outgrown them, dual carnatic pro-
cession won't cease and the rumb-
ling undertow lingers with scents
like russet liquor and a freudian

slipper who was born that way-- i
have all the synthetic brass pad-
ding my insides so i'll emit warm
blanketing to the barren and icey
if they prefer not to remit such;

behold falls and chic machineries
that illuminate the city night to
its wind and glass, castilian now
for the gratitude of linear skull
made so by the immensity of these

modemed concourses and the pianic
rain that appears in the shape of
beams: alive timber and bone giv-
en to shelter the less fortunate,
however surreal-- plan to pay the

piper, ambient and stuttered gold
chords embodied beatifying smiles
and resisting the profound: which
of us would allow ourselves to be
rewritten? merely a televisioner.

simple/monaco.

upsettered shutting with militant
elias, waterbird of the sunrising
beauty that elicited stifled snow
from the damasked mouth, and with
an eye's mind: sweetener who your

brother is, and can be found in a
dictionary if you need definition
to grace the stage with ballast &
ouijist nearsight-- a companion's
tale knitted into knockings and a

knee-high skirt, all insufferable
that surprising, nurses us upside
down, and if it shall march power
on the periodic table of annuity,
live roundwound for me, clarissa;

having failed before the show had
begun felt like plunging a gloved
fist into snow.. three mighties &
a reward that matches the sullen,
sword-besotted impressionist that

has become a breathless confessor
and aligned, rushes rhyming wines
into the aurelius whose son never
returned from the parlour but you
can see his face as he rocks this

chair i'm sitting in, within this
tavern of blushes and crying that
warns approachers of an intricate
system that we guessed would have
ordered the bespoke circumstance.

erupt/gluestuck.

wait for me, inspirer.. shall she
ever scale the squares, cubes any
way that cover my eyes, as if the
music of a choir: if i've master-
ed the fragrance of tears, yet we

owe and hold-- supervised surviv-
al and grotesques of grace: where
they have been subsisting they've
been insubstantiated and substit-
utions for what you really do not

mean, what doesn't float on zeph-
yrs and what doesn't emanate bud-
dhist from your breath (with even
burning, as insists, even) and my
heart can't burn my hand anyways;

i have to colour my eyes, frankly
bespoke in order to combat all of
the sick acquiescence which falls
our lot in any given generation--
there is a room in our house that

one can fall into if one wouldn't
take care, slurrism and the smoke
of pastoral freedoms i recommend-
ed to you and you to me-- tremolo
and vectoral vibration, vestalist

and your vestiges which shouldn't
bore me (and doesn't, and will we
ever reunite?) all the people are
rising up like the jazz of tonics
and saloons are the same as spas.

twinsires/commander.

love is a power: flowing rich and
siloed from the century and thou-
sand of blocky, bursting datums..
forgiveness dreams of me which we
blend infrared for the manifold &

exceptional purposes of crippling
ability and the resplendent shame
of knighthood and all of the sev-
enteen shapes of subjectivity-- i
was a fountain, eventually and so

embarrassed became two-tissued to
the ringing taste of milk and the
spidered spindle-legged salvador-
ean crush, musk, and masque which
will lead us homeward glorifying;

beauty is an event: resolutional,
resulting from artism and clever-
ness and let yourself feel that i
know your truth-- reanniversaries
and annie proulx's shipping news:

carried, built upon a shimmering,
which glisters and bulletins this
sleeping fortress.. of loosening,
loss, and the intrareversed image
which fills our hearts with honey

that was not pollen, list of made
things that are magic but haven't
disappeared in the new glown age,
and yes finally the impetus to've
stricken ourselves yet confessed.

serenity/withstanding.

summering winter whose hair hang-
eth long and languorous, may thy-
self ever be delivered from cross
criticism and imperfections of my
own that hinder your equality-- a

not i, otherwise that strums me i
not a, steal more gifts and great
lord, this is merely a prayer.. o
unskilful in word, meager in deed
and megan and dylan, i confess to

myself the crimes that i couldn't
offer to anyone: words, rhythms &
palms that are not stigmatic, yet
nonetheless suffer stigma, and we
thank you alway alliterationally;

i crave the awesome power and the
concomitant demonstration.. whose
else is there really to speak? of
simplicities liven attentively, i
need another set of vowels to va-

cate my soul of sitting silent in
the midst of reinjouissance: king
of kings, lord of lords-- i want-
ed to negate my choices inversely
refusing to choose, but would not

presently fail to bleed, and true
is the saying that not the hearer
of the word only is justified but
the doer of it, magmatic formulae
and tremoloes that flower fourth.

biannual/mandrake.

process of elite flair that moves
me to contortion, a blond scatter
plot with all the visions intact,
won't scare and doesn't harm, but
by virtue of itself in fact humb-

les me to less/fewer, a reduction
that is far from the absurd while
incorporating some of its method:
rising skyward sky, ringing heav-
enbound winded angel with designs

upon encomium and compassion: the
drugs didn't work and neither did
i, yet i was left and bereaved, i
was announced and implored and in
offering platitudes, we rejoiced;

i could feel my weight and having
refused to rush, i pushed, making
the land that i stand on mine-- a
cyberneural mission completed: my
obvious return to the glory which

we had before the earth was, this
whereby i know i'm mine, flatten-
ing effects to straighten my sig-
il and hyperactivism that signals
progressive matrices of binaries:

are we in opposition? so am i.. a
plenitude & gracious mathematics,
that cannot affray, afford, none-
theless dispenses portions on the
worthy, so that suffering erodes.