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Prelude
Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor. We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light. Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses its body with windshield; ovidian shift from a Forest to an old faux confectioner’s swatch, lines up songs taking fleas for fleece. A fawn fractionates its flecks & somato- phonics, flees without need of adrenaline. The plate? A plait whose pleats play’d pleas against fetch’d plots until its dizzy balance congeals into il canzioniere, In service of blueprint architectonics. Flotillas float low in shadows’ camouflage. Hot air balloons cypher skyline celebrè, Uniting you & prairie fair. Parcels're parsed. Farmers burn burnoff in oil drums, birthing coils of smoke in loosely co- ordinated helices whose out of body ends in the sweeping concentricity of hundred- foot-long turbine blades. Say it fades it? Thunderheads drift. Sin naps in synapse’s nook. Haptics touch, from relation to harassment. Earth’s got a wicked medium. Acoustic waves morphophonemics shapes complete exchanges in related spatiotemporal contexts; what’s hatch’d later is what’s desired & what will never bring resolution. The figure applies epoxy to a fence with excessive force. Transparency leads eventually to blindness; just so Boidae code’s got python script, diamond syntax & dimensional ranges of black. Eyes eye legend’s designatory sign seams for scratch’d map & abandon’d quest. The wet up-close extasis ten-lane road splits, vents vulcan aurora; I want the aura to aurally kick faith in the elsewhere overlooked by the tyranny of sense. A polystyrene quartet pitch’d on vector’s pastel ledge steers into bassoonists lane at high noon, cussing out coordinating chord machine minting harmonies the same way sow takes bolt to skull. A splenetic racket ejects me becoming then in dense cordage fray, in knots in discord notes caught in song clots in versions below the taken planar baseline, the surveyable limit recorded in perpetuity. No, it’s a low harmony with plural means of resolution. To the tonic in one key. A singer alerts us to undertow brushstrokes In Matisse, the quadriceps with a woven flexion. We suck’d dry wax & comb. Nearby: a field of lightning. Assn. of associations polymer chains bind—strip mall froth frosts the cartilagenous go-betweens of chest cavities, the waste slurry ribbon of a billion hogs looks blue-green from pilotless drone mapping something in the interest of greater returns; A scattering. —share not hold but will nothing bring halt to time? Constrictor vines climb & strangle their hosts in increment. Magnolia grove ungoverned in improvised grotto heaves vap’rous fog over damp dark branches, freighted leaves suspended by a gravity's Gravitas, intoxicating a gay eden scene projected from the wasteland of the real. Leave a leavening, a painterly incompletion, poised In a preludian phase of a departure departure, where a puzzle of stratigraphy is left to machines, poor things, their programming, so to the lebible wed, they missed the bonds welded in misreading each, in the striated earthen crust— Walk with me through the forest’s ash, thin grey trunks thick with newborn beetles vibrating in the bark’s husky shadows, Pthalo blue.
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