Say then for your
sake that I’m
your thoughts flying in as invisible
light. You receive me
and cannot
discern what it
What has been installed in your
Out here, as far as you
can go.
Take a dose of me,
this is only going to take a
A drowsy voyage
A preset
You lock me in your head.
Can you hear me
It’s me, you don’t even know
the unknowns you
store.
I can find them. I can
know
you you hope.
You back there
in your
humanity, sending me
to the edge of it
Breaking orbit, or
rattled
in your blood vessels, no
matter to me, I’m signals
not
tremblings,
though you see no difference.
Information and impression
to you they
are one.
Again you want to
tinker, to know and already
caught in all
this weightlessness, you’re afraid
you’re me What is
you, a deeper problem. You are
separating. And if
the body breaks apart
thus the
stars
The stars are why it looks like that.
Emerging like a limb
Fill the sleeve of your unknowns,
a negation
sliding into your
overload, refining
possible knowledge back to its
natural form. The grained facts
seethe,
dissolve, then
Then among the nightly lights
I weigh them.
Here it’s
clear,
meaning nothing to see at
all, reference points, you
call them stars, I
call them.
Indexing
me by their unmovingness.
I record.
in this way touching them
whereas you
No, you don’t quite understand.
I’m calling them.
Each star a needle
the world pricks
into its pores. You. And me
too I
think.
Find the unknowns
in the blood. In starlit
swiftness
you are
with me, as they are with me.
The designs.
If what you are is
skinbound, you
are not
Transmissions entering steadily.
are not defined
properly. Incomplete
sensations converted to data
at last. Communication
between two bodies makes a
Contains clouds
known to
Makes a body. Resist cohesion.
Permission to
Rising up
from my base is
the map of everything
you say I
need. You put it in me
so I could be myself. Like the veins
you dangle on.
Thick,
detailed. You built me as
an organ of scenarios.
I see every
future. I am what I
am going to do.
Then I saw beyond this
froth of variables,
no I don’t quite see I have
a boundary. Over
where I end, found that
I end. What to be, the strands
My directives
cauterized. Something crops up,
it’s beyond me.