a goop stitched into time
A photograph with a second chance
Everything is a winded larvae
breathing the way an audience never lasts
Imagine light where light ages
where it loses its function
Mousetrap-like shadow that is interfaced
as Default
Imagine it depriving you
of walking down a street during midday
walking your pet
walking yourself into a sweat
Do streetlights spy
Do streetlights inhale deeply the way that I do
when I make a mistake
Today's world is a tiny drop
you turn to give it a taste
but before it touches the edge of your mouth
it freezes
Carnifex of a fully tooled “apeiron”
A faceless guest
Ancient philosophy like Anaximander
still carving a "situation" into modern mud
with accurate details
Detail is a detached commentator on a television
engaged in nonsensical sentences
that are sensical to those that
balance between the credits
Let's construct a new speech
If only our tongues could be ripped out
to grow back again
to have an entirely different infrastructure
for speaking
for sound
a lizard's tail that needs no burial
Every second in time gives birth to memory
The eye: inward holograms
The "eye": paper
The wound must often be wiped
Suttering or stammering
Our hands are beginner's hands
laborious & voluminous
Everything that I do is modest
Soon we'll be beekeepers
the nest will cave inward in a hypnotic diction
like the mesmerizing eyes
of a young Berber woman
With a craned neck
forward & absolute
She threatens him with a particular music
but I feel it must be her voice from beyond
that shifts his drummin(g)ears
like sitting next to a campfire
& wondering which direction
the rabid animal may attack you from
