No Alloy
Winter light pearls the tyvek and wind shapes blue tarpaulin against fast thin clouds tearing the paler the flatter blue it may be cold it may be another new disaster showing in the building’s rend.
Here like the world apart like the word for searching the word for lost asking what can the aperture signify?
Traffic sound shimmers losing its body between buildings losing its way to the ear up and what can you call this form if not the body bled and mind exhausted ear deaf memory spent to black hole?
Self Taught
Warm sodium light above is pierced somehow by the sound of a distant foghorn on distant harbor traveling slower it seems that the speed of sound to touch the skin and orange fogged mind awake now.
Sound and thought arrive with the feeling and the past and the ideation and past ideations all of it.
At once the mind makes it at once mind’s representation across three miles and fifty years and as the dawn now fades to a low rancid fat sky chimney swifts circle each the others gliding now darting.
The Water to Bind
The sudden acid orange a chaos of thought and thought’s movement and the instant clench below the ribs where thought sides without the post facto fight to give meaning to struggle.
A mouthful of sweet milky tea plumps then exsiccates in tannic contract mind as in mouth dry as in panic.
From gut to the swollen tongue thought follows thought in scattered occupation suddenly present now as a regress clear too as thought’s intrinsic function to keep one safe in bloodless metacognition.
abstract sleepwalk 