With gum for eyes
With brains
For hands
We do not fly
We sink like
A syrup
In the head
The mind
Is this syrup.
*
Coupling. Gross wing. A pong rhythm. Of the mind. The eyes diegesis. Extra voice.
The slow rap. Seething. Like a balloon to gas. The mind is that balloon. Of attention your
intention. Never mind. Mine. To break the frame. We make conclusion. An image
of the voice. Emergent from wind. A superimposition. An eye for propositions. Coupling.
Gross wing. A pong rhythm. Of the mind. The eyes diegesis. Extra voice. In a slow rap.
Seething. Like a balloon to gas. The mind is that balloon. Of attention your intention.
Never mind. Mine. To break the frame. We make conclusion. An image of the voice.
Emergent from wind. A superimposition. An eye for propositions. Coupling.
*
It is as a wind
tunnel
to these voices
it is
a syrup through which
no thought
passes
it is our talk
in being animal
a singing
flame it is
of our bodies
bodies in
the impassioned
absences
of sound commensurable
with consummations
and deployments
of mutual
power
it is the blood
moved elsewhere
invisibly
labored the rhythms
of spirit
passing through spirit
matter through matter
it is
only felt in this sense
singing flames radiation
not actually singing
aloud the slow
motion effects
your body our body
blind matter upon which
an idea of us
touches down again
withdrawals from
our poverty
*
The eyes the wrap
Around eyes of all
Children inconsolably weeping
To be alive like the dead
Their eyes covered in a gum
Convertible to no other
Color except for this.
