first empty page; they lessen
and so on. a drawing
closes distance, and
to have missed that middle-branch
after searching
all the others, when
thought-seeking meticulousness
flawed us --
distracted by color.
be me some fucking keystone
disturbance. all this
domination, self-wrough, and
seasoned by delicate hands.
(a bit of straggled breathing)
a pale vessel to be burned; not
so prevalent,
without some sided-suffering
since denouncement of day-timer.
cycle too fast,
when the sun grows;
burn-out right quick.
approach in calm and
slothishness, chew nails
to nub, and move with a bit of
caution. a drawing closes distance.
there was offered a cup
of coffee to a hallucination;
some test of disembodiment langors.
then realizing, these dreams, --
awaiting some metaphor here --
are not all dream, and
you can sleep or
you can fucking die
as a drawing closes distance.