From that moment on the body refused its movement and there was the feeling of everything left to do. What am I going to show you now? A protoclysmic eye? A terrestial invasion? Everything wise is broken. Non-instrumental potential.
you must sit
down
in this tunnel
and try
a new
breath
you must vacate
the storm’s
lecture
yr blood
edits
this page
soul’s are void of fingerprints
but leave
toothmarks on the pillow
we always remember
immmersed in water
a bobbing head among the waves
thank you for being
here
thank you for hanging
in the vortex
&
shaking dreams from
these rotting branches