Toes
locked into
heels.
An absence,
occurs in
spurts.
Haze,
vague,
colorless,
as if of
perception
devoid
of color.
A sense of
focus
up,
a perception
devoid of
direction.
Stones
shoes,
conservative gate,
coerced
smells of
charcoal,
leaves,
he had a
similar hat,
she gestured
obscene.
In a
recognition,
awkward
swing,
as if to say
“I wish to abandon that occasion”
seasons
say
summer,
air is cold,
clothing
hangs
veils,
armored
layers,
gusts,
like the
wind,
like a
charm.
She tempts,
pangs
avert
themselves,
they are
seldom,
I am few.
viscera,
the
eyes
composed in
layers,
dots, vibrating
with the sound,
absolute.
Time is
long,
tall,
the
appendages of a cloud,
wandering
in
space.
The smell of
salt
lost his
resolve
white
rocks
repel
the ocean.
Too much,
its directly above us,
feeds the
smoke,
red
wine
blood.
Sitting
backwards,
in a
caravan,
tuned
to the wind.
Ugly.
One can
sense apology,
he called it
voluntary,
the retina
drops,
burns,
where else
could it happen, what happened.
Clock flips,
ends
time,
under
a wave
he finally
clears his throat,
stiches his
side,
sets his
teeth,
because its
finally over
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