--- F R E D   W A H

the loop of death
September's smoke resistance
mountains too, town milled
elephantine in episteme
can't get it
toxilogical page dead

his body knows the time
why am I the space slowed down to breathing
Dostoevsky's metaphor
that valley could be my lung
when I die "I" doesn't
you get it
all the air a flight from Mt. Soma
never know aporia