Is
Partisans, reality makers, History with a capital "Is"
In the eyes of song the present goes on
*
Struggling Models
An Equally Familiar
Disinhibitor Thing
*
Harm
What you lose what you gain what contacts you abstract what hems you in
What you gain what contacts abstract you what hems you lose
What contacts you hem in you lose what you gain
What abstracts you what hems
*
In
-SENSATE
-STATE
-NATE
*
My Piece
Kills sonorously relationally
Kills realistically nominally
Kills dialectically fundamentally
Transitively empirical
Just for the fun of it
*
Odyssey
The wager knows the bow of suitors
When become must suffer six strings
*
An innovation
An innocent autotelic protozone
*
Truth Effects
All the things overheard that will never be said
Ear whispering to ear of the beheaded
Dead presidents a mere curfuffle in the grand schematic
We all go down in trains we build against the sky
There is no sky here just say
*
Decide
The sun goes down
In your eyes the night
Rises in the throat
*
Arrive
My native piece
Blind to our
Plate-glass-nation
Floats by
A kind of lapse
Which one
Always moving
Segues home
Sudden-ing
*
Night Saving
There is your
Body like my eyes
Alive because they doubt
There is your distant crying
There is an oblivion
To speak of when we begin
Lobbed into the dark
Like a stone that never
Makes a sound
*
This Magic Moment
Two bodies lean
one against the other
one's plunder
the other's utterly
absconded from the enjoyment
of its earthly bounty.
One's surety the other's
harm
one's guarded
the other's a martyr
of global multiplicity
fair game for the shady.
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