i drink from a glass, that has a star of anise embedded in crystal at the bottom... suddenly having to bleach all biology, pursue it to a closure of the asylum... decipher the croak of a crow, or expect to hear that gurgling creed once perched on a tree... and then come across an event of failed abstraction in the realm of grammar... my... i hope this **** doesn't escape the anglophone world.

for me, appreciating music had to morph,
morph: rather than evolve...
    once i discovered that the orchestra
conductor is: the person of rhythm,
or rather: punctuation marks
      with a backdrop of a perpetuated
static of an audience...
                                rhythm boy, rhythm!
the weirdest form of dance imaginable -
never in a discioteque
        or the other *situ of congregation;
as ever: the technicality of language
weaves a breath...
                        a case for hephaestus;
never mind that...
                lately i can only fathom
two forms of horror,
       the ordinary and the romanced...
for example: having to interchange
listening to
              penta - come in,
and lacey lynn's video
       titled critical condition,
                   goodbye and goodluck...
because would you ever call
a cat, a stray?
          embedded "grafitti* as a presence
in a graveyard...
                   while the Sochi strays...
        no point killing it:
                 if you're not going to eat it.
or as they say in the west:
   when we do media,
    we expect the entire world to listen...
   yet no one talks about
            the ****** union of
Russia and China...
                        i can clearly remember
feeding a mosquito to a cat,
   as i remember feeding a cat
                                a fish eye;
modern language needs a sadism -
                    an army styled rigour...
            we say that people
    are literate...
                              but a contract's
worth of ambivalence...
               to say nuance is an invisibility
cloak?
                    might as well call forth
the men of Salem...
                  and say a chess board
          is a parallelogram...
           coined the phrase (s)he who said:
"think outside a box" -
    or he who replied: geometry is a vanity
project? no problem...
                     think outside a home.      
i still prefer to think of parasitism
        as a form of symbiosis -
         instead of obesity surgeries...
      how about ingesting a tape worm?  
or as one doctor said of the child:
   autistic...
    or as one father (philosopher) said
          of the same child: solipsist.