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What flush of cold distortions shivered the shapes, became lambent eye waves, at last? Skewed the eversince subtly-skewed-already that’s in the light? Or the cubed mundane disguises? like: the wall’s edges, your desk’s corners, the dead fullness of strewn ecru pages [crepitating by the open garage door, a breeze] showing all your rustled struggle, wrestled with, agelessly, and the boxed form of it—your books—upturned, but floored— or maybe, all that shook was your sorrowful shoe, its face— dejected on its side, final ***** lace limp on the bottom, below you, to go with you no more. No more movement anymore. Was it, then, unskewed? And had it always been there at the thick of your throat, had it just been the tongue in the way, spoiling? Was everything in the world you saw small then big, too big then small, like a ****** mouthing of out then in, a throbbing, grabbling of you— couldn’t tell if the biting was harmless, playful teeth? You’d say no to me, to all of this, and think maybe. Was it the maybe?
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:49 PM UTC
To David Foster Wallace
What flush of cold distortions shivered the shapes, became lambent eye waves, at last? Skewed the eversince subtly-skewed-already that’s in the light? Or the cubed mundane disguises? like: the wall’s edges, your desk’s corners, the dead fullness of strewn ecru pages [crepitating by the open garage door, a breeze] showing all your rustled struggle, wrestled with, agelessly, and the boxed form of it—your books—upturned, but floored— or maybe, all that shook was your sorrowful shoe, its face— dejected on its side, final ***** lace limp on the bottom, below you, to go with you no more. No more movement anymore. Was it, then, unskewed? And had it always been there at the thick of your throat, had it just been the tongue in the way, spoiling? Was everything in the world you saw small then big, too big then small, like a ****** mouthing of out then in, a throbbing, grabbling of you— couldn’t tell if the biting was harmless, playful teeth? You’d say no to me, to all of this, and think maybe. Was it the maybe?
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daniello
Italian
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:49 PM UTC
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