rotator cuff

to the shoulder & carry. petals of

muscles tighten around their

suns. spade & man-

kind breaking up the concrete

agate. from the star sockets

the return to water flight & ash.

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Re:
like all other muscles

subliming

words of phase transit rock
the dark peaked surface the way

some made fleshly leery of commandment
the alternate owned, fully selved, high

across three-headed need tearing
its own gullets, canals spout why

this change, mood the unnoticed season
spiral seeds fast-rooting grief in wait

float

bright

bitter sun

0

lain

down in

red
clay

cut roots

extrude

fall's old leaf
bed
rolled back


over


maple seeds spun
drove down

just this

morning


weight

weigh out

your sister's blanket

your sister
fills in

pads up
circles


lay

water to air

        the word for soul is
      neck  
what we need is no less
what is, is & whether
                    the narrowing passage  
i decide on
active melancholy
                    brainbone to bloodorgan
                    water to air  
but what if you don’t 
believe in 
         you have to touch something   
                   to remove it

     daily & no
                   matter

re

&in

un



vers



in

are

& being

a sun



covers



again

pare

& being given

a sun crawls



covers over



again given up



necessary distance

partition

& being given of the upper hemispheres,

a sun crawls across its dome poking

time to chorioid lighting life's beginning

covers over that is to say so encrusting:

i am apparition of my only son bewilderment

again given up as a mantle laid over

obstinancy of clocking tectonic time the

necessary distances apart to hold—

of not wholes, held to earth, seeing only

a black ball describing sky. it prevails.

reparation

a sun crawls across its dome poking
in my stomach those same holes through
time to chorioid lighting life's beginning
exploding into what to do from first deed
of muck. a wake one acid replicates and
now that my first principles fan i hear
body arrives as a beggar begs and dives
beneath wealth surface the gates foundation
beds flesh strata derive from the bare
obstinancy of clocking tectonic time
again given up as a mantle laid over
this slow wretch way past the last gas on
a damascene and divine etcetera whatever.
i am apparition of my only son bewilderment
covers over that is to say so encrusting
being the go-to mode of the revolutionary
black ball describing sky. it prevails
we lot got along by division the push tension
of not wholes, held to earth, seeing only
& being given of the upper hemispheres,
divining geometries of orbs bodies' joins.
i need a room with the corners at
necessary distances apart to hold.

separations/preparations

a sun crawls
in my stomach

what to do

now that my
body arrives

derive from the

again given up

divine etcetera

covers over
being

by division

& being given

i need a room with the
necessary distance

selections

selecciones yoni cajones
electability (e.g. prior electability)
delectable t-able ecto
seles, monica. protections.
slctns-eeio
erectile

pressure
e-vo-lution
vocation

homocumulus

door bell
car man
get yr
attendant
secretariat
we'll let
you in
lock & key
this way
then
clock tower
scaffold
you can see, o
say you can
see the city
one cloud
a reset
button
push
past down
the hall
to yr
left

homonculus

on elevators since 1993
the close-door button
doesn't do anything.

that's not a pretty saying,
man that's a fact.

you think you're driving? you say
but i push it sometimes a few times
and sometimes hold it down and
the door closes that's a fact.

i push the button the door closes.

do you consider making
a different turn on
the way to work, or
make the turn unthinking?

try increasingly
changing your mind. try pushing
the alarm.

a fireman with the right key can
make it work in fact.
when there's a fire.

you think there's always a fire, man?

still not

the first air was an apology. pastureland and gray. this water kept from water. the insertion of the lungs in the same soil where the neighbors are a gave and the have. i am increasingly changing my mind as long as there is water and longing as long as we can swim? to field and close every every every graveyard is a church, our kitchen, our refrain. then birds and minerals remain with names as pairs. the same and more often. the third came as err.

apolologica

i made a world to
put a box in.

the fish swimming
in the pool

of my forehead
ignite the knowns.

the breathing in the
astronaut's helmet

eventually began to
settle at the surface.

i would be more interesting
the next day after that.

geek

it is so early. it is always so early.
you know that Heisenberg knew
of this very bug, which happens if and
only if not looked for. thank god
the peculiar pushing up from
slim trenches and flagging down
(like WWI, until the higher-ups
ordered the slaughter re-engaged)
brethren. it is too early for
the rest to be up. it is possible to get
by mistaking words as pictures; science
tells us now you merely suffer a brain
that burps transpositions. thank god
science. thank god your mother knows
nothing of browser histories. when
it is late and the flopping slows,
or as often flurries in the quieted
glow, settle after all in that bed
is merely hardcoded as bed

the other says

the other says "i have come from the compass only to be returned to it"
the other says "i do not recognize the need for pangea"
the other says "as a small child i mistook words for pictures as well"
the other says "you want to, but you don't"
the other says "i have returned to being myself"
the other says "i read, but cannot write"
the other says "again" and "awake"

be here.

(click below to proceed.)

then again

hell, best intentions &
supper keeps one's clothes
on. again the considerate
alarm clock. good more
ing. the laying on the ceiling.
could it be that the thought
clouds are forming so that i
might read them? come
closer. jesus wept. the love
of dioramas. wheat paste.

systellar

sun:

old man of planet, we slow, but to
your skin's species imperceptibly.
why did we bother working up your
spin? they manufacture alarm clocks.

earth:

wobble, press
electro-magma
flux, itch in scrabble
weedy numbers, fewer
slow, oh slow
scracks heat
reheat cools thicks
hello? someone there
crusty haunted

solesystem

sun:

old man of planet, we slow, but to
your skin's species imperceptibly.
why did we bother working up your
spin? they manufacture alarm clocks.

earth:

wobble, press
electro-magma
flux, itch in scrabble
weedy numbers, fewer
slow, oh slow
scracks heat
reheat cools thicks
hello? someone there
crusty haunted

to Andy Kaufman

Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
-- John Keats

If we cannot take joy in things that are merely real, our lives will always be empty.
-- Eliezer Yudkowsky

don't tell me
if you died

welcome to computer programming

read,
and report on A simple
introduction to doing
any small thing at all by

tomorrow. (The only
copy's in a private
library of Bixby Missouri
reachable (once in the
(remote) vicinity) by
unreliable
and misaligned bus.)

Late? Again? But it's
such an easy text.

fifth question

a pair of heartorgans
a flooding world

floating nest of
mouths, soft
bodied

& god commenced
the making of

shells

fourth question

violence. or is the whole point of a knife that it meet skin unexpectedly? violin slices. the flinching from imagined machinations, a capacity that enables us to create a more exalting & consoling nature. my grandfather secured their removal from his garden. let’s. but to the purple? i worried in the hand. everything’s hard to do here. down to the touch. the necessary tongues of the animals. cutting mine out to find it. lose one’s life to grow back a seastar’s arm.

third question

the sunray
roots

closed pulp of
the hand

..................crushing

lamp
fruits

..................sunlight

violets

...................................in my molars

113

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Sees seeming, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of word, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:
Of his quick objects hath the mime no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:
For if it see the prud'st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favour or reformed'st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the lay of night,
The cow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:
Incapable of more, deplete with you,
My most true mine thus makes mind eye untrue.