Singled spaces taken from the point perspective of a lean. My head lays down on the pillow and hands move in a trusty fashion even though the letters fall solidly beside their own turf. Here is the piece of the puzzle, here is where the idea lies just behind a sulking stone, here is when stars find their...stars are an unfathomable concept. i regret to write about them. Nothing more incomprehensible than entire galaxies bending like reeds to a moving sphere. how intolerable that we are them. Cities like spotted constellations, sun spots with thoughts spread by her napkins. "no one cares" they say, a surprisingly un-sophisticated statement by a star, "not us nor them." Celestial ecologies sound like an intake--of breath, of distance between the lens and the pupil, of the space around the elbow facing the (hear)t, something like the sound of that farce. Have you ever been driving and you think to yourself that you are like them and they are you and you think, but moreso you shiver, the reception of your own thought. Shiver or thought, which offers itself as a symptomatic offspring? Intuited ideas or ideas form intuition?
signals are to their importance as suddenness is to its caveat.
--spoke
Symptomless poses falsify the outer layer of an indescribable garment. She sheds its shoulder strap and the unreconciled comes falling off. Steel beams are left squandered in a puddle, singular and millions. Tub ducks are in tow, little quackers sparking away in yellowness. Stolen in a glow of yellow haze left in a sun loft between temple and moonshine. Funny how the color yellow sparkles the death watch like a twink in the eyes. Seems to brighten the world in an unreasonable scurry of ghostly turmoil. Singular dubbed duplicitous is the yellow way. A smarting incisiveness driven by an artificial seedling. Drop the pail spill the water, the sound tempts the most godly. Each opera sparks and the dog chases, tail pointing northward. Each turn bounces off the overburdened horse and skips tracks like a spun away train.
