glue n you
floods that water surmise
sheridan road isotope electro luxury
might we drink where homeless our
lives wore down the caked architecture
limits hold on city doors

in every position
redness n poison roses
photography biographies in hidden drawers, like your voice
wherever you have been that looking no treasure is there to spectate
no mountain is there
to mark explanations or x's

how so many of these skins and figures
how so many of these dances and shadow moon-like people in melancholic dismay, all overtake the massive sounds that eyes with intent earnestly scour the Earth through Time for even a sight at one decibel, one catalogue to read thoroughly with the membranes of fingertips once more,
again