Levity broods in the ripping-of-bark’s automatic relevance,
Hail Mary into, I can’t take this; paranoia re: excreta,
exorcism, but flyover country in soprano above all works
(this way). The stethoscope pronates like a gun.
I am a perfect son. The unspoken fate of hounding,
as an effort presumably ruptured by prostration, somehow
simplifying during high-speed travel the incomputably serpentine
silhouettes of flora seems to drain the present of hues beyond nude
and the credibility of nude before nineteen eighty-fuck.
Found to be fatal is the birth year long
after celebrations cease. The omen
is more collateral than cusp,
emasculates thus, its hoarfrost gait laying waste
like three good looks. The come upon tree, I fumble smiling
at silk browns because there is the logarithmic hint
to appropriate downpour’s perverse pointillism, will not
as a designated interior pass me in my. Of the rest think
I remember hard throwaway thens
and persuasion, a desire to,
decked in off-screen digraphs, magnetic
collision, momentary white. I am thinking of pride’s impulsive execution
fighting for the incarnation being fought for elsewhere has to be.
Do you mind if I ignore your mother? I get
the duration of an inhale with what it contains confused,
regularity and temporal endpoints emitting
the former’s less-than-nothingness; a translucent formation
not entirely a polygon appears below where
sucks cuss however endlessness hunts a tail.
I am not coping with glimpses of fractions of observations in light
of the seeing they are not inside. The success of breath is such
a problem when love takes longer than my ass hurts like a kid’s
been in this vim, better yet rope beating water to the air given[nn]
this moment of I am maybe the weight but not life
was not want running to change what I see.