"Mine eye lids shut, I fell into unfelt realms"
--Samuel Greenberg
finally going to send a line
down
listen to listen to
flesh come over a loose root
a filed song you're your ax handle life the lights the horns follow
funerals everything doorknobs
watering itself
muffle or scream same cover of
some clouds angle a weight
holding away
holding its air this body holding open
reflective sorrows
deflecting arrows
move
in range
flying raid clearing tree line
not here for a hard entrance moss makes funnel soft
reaching navel soft
ordered emptied
emptied emptier flesh many miles off
broken
stop here stop help
stop end of
centered
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sensate due
sharpest knife sent to
cross section
mistake
clicking out
ticking off
before the arrival schedule a door be made
what thought creates a door
bit through phantom name
hold back boredom for jobs
wonder cancels by newspaper's end
i saw it you saw it too
feel this
remember this
glowing
red
triangle
blue being unreachable
not signaling
but assuring
around marrow surround solid banks
have you fired a gun felt a kick of bullets
from you you are doing
with aim enclosed zero very large
number entering
void as in
circular magnets
these walls they are always lined with flesh
when everyone's free again
don't believe the slow speech
fast around here
earth fast
you yoop against me
the way to stand so no one screams at your crotch
trust how it opens
everyone's reward is
made up anyway
see how calm you get you knot up to knock out
another piece of what happens when you do what you came forward with