Do what you will with your
pictures of demise, dear, the lashes
prefigure the commotion of structure.
Orient the biplane at zero.

Nonsense makes sense
the consideration of wonder. A breeze
and a rain jacket fit
perfectly on the shoulders of oblivion.

The small pockets well-feathered
leak into the oxygen tanks.
Forget your sister, your
past underwater, for

this is the most obvious of all
fabric: fabrication happens dismantling.

 

 

 

n e x t

 

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