from Fair bodies of unseen prose,

 

, point youtoward the entrance of a house or a jagged stone wall.

How close we are. Surfaces. The difference of clocks. Shoulders, curvedin the light. In which blood flows. And from this day, earth. All electrons. Ibegun my education with redundancies. Pattern recognition, charred residue.Sequels, reboot. Recalculating. Inverted time, a cramped bed for two. My owndisruptiveness. Absolute integrity. Words, itch. Noisily. To talk againstwishes, false in the mouth. Repetitions. Walk, a bit. The water’s edge. Doomed,to consequence. Into the air. This sparkling mist.

 

, or locked awayin the nonsense of lungs.

Slated, never in ourselves. The missing stone, water. Determining practice. You do not wish tochange geometry. Is there love on Mars? Am I unavailable? The way a beat socasually, drops. The temperature, across red sands. The moon’s influence. Howintrepid. The ear, you lend. Be clear about instructions, what. Or flows, afortress. Tears. My only elsewhere.

 

We are relationalforms unseen, linings becoming more porous with time.

How visible, thissong of words. How rational, relational. Row upon, the body’s memory. Thismishmash, practice. This loss, arising. To disrupt weather patterns. No soundis, less. A logical objection. One wishes to outlive. I descend some steps.