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Absence disembodies—so does Death
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superposition helps, as well as love—
Tenderness decreases as we prove—

At night when the house is empty
I sit by the TV and listen for
sounds of distortion.

I raise the volume so
the noise will keep
me company before
the loneliness starts
to swell.

I’ll pass the hallway and
examine the telephone
and think of people to call.

There is a void in my heart
as I pace by family relics
paintings & abstract china galore.

I feel a disconnection to my house
my soul
and this world.

I speak in tongues as the coffee maker
is touched by my thumb—
fields of nightingales disperse in my mind
as an image of you crosses my eye.

Grey eyes, delicately presented ****** hair,
and a smile of a boyish  innocence
I wish to possess if not in the form of you
but deep within my aged soul.

Come now, it’s seven past one,
and I am dreaming of a resolution
to this damning feeling that corrodes my
soul and disembodies a future
stained within.

They left skeletons in their closets
that are crawling out and into their ash rotten skin.
Inked in lies they never meant,
I can still smell their smoke in the mountains.
Crawling through the suburban streets.
Can you hear me?
Where are your screams?
Silenced in nicotine and poetic beats?
Your hymns are drowning the blackened skies that you use to light those eyes
and your sin is still soaking in those mirrors.
I’m not sure what we should be more afraid of,
the demons writhing in my head?
Or the ones rolling in your bed?

As abandoned psych wards ring with a generations penance-
as corpses pledge their grace to the living-
watching their breath fold into the highways, the hilltops, the sewers devour them. Contracting their waves through the disembodies minds.
Where is your savior?
Where is your king?
They spilt blood at your feet!
And you weren’t even listening.

all concern for music
disembodies
time, with what is,
a concern for time...
für zeit...

music is not architecture,
architecture is
not the grammar
of geometry,

logic contra logic

an Irish womb,
an Arabic phallus:
***** contra
dodo *** Hong Kong...

i have depth toward
"concerning"
myself of the gravitas
of the life,
sentenced:
an expense,
a loan,
             a... mirage...
cult of David...

lose you, i lose i:
stiffening curtail,
i, mask,
you, my macabre
stealth similie
missing smile;

hybrid death,
allure of the stampede
of echoes...
a clutter of
       bound by
knocking on a tree...
unfathomable
to suit a room,
to make a tree
into a door,
and...

    ein wald
                   ein raum...

no... time embodies
the writ,
  of what time expects...
but music contradicts
within the confines
of the exfoliations
of what it is...

platz und...

why would a German
make it a concern...
for IS, TIME,

   tamed... being...

and the French...

    the thought
an ought,
and subsequently
a nought...

           4am...

                  too much...
it is too much to
cling to the self-evident
expression of a body
attached,
with a shadow,
to discontinue a remark
worthy of a unison,
a god,

                to marr,
subdue...
counter the scalpel
of the ultra-Hippocratic
expedience...

to: and fro... the verb:
act, and upon...

4am...

i die: a death
well versed in
having established
itself in,
having to,
curtail the morose
      cull of breath -
in the prior to
curtain's fall decree
of...
            
     leben:

aus von jeden ist
da ist noch
                          ist,

ex-is-tance...

   the dance of insistence...
out of ever instance:

music is the expression
of the deviant
nurture of time,
encompass...

and that implies...
   -is-

             musik ist platz...

deshalb zeit ist nichts;

und poeßie?

                         schule!

your fabric worth of a face,
contra mine,
and...
the persisting worth
of an evaporating etc.;
clinical,
in the worth of a revisionist's
worth of rubric,
in reiteration,

            minority
contort;
              weeding out
grandiose
export, H'america...
                   the...

                Salem circus loot:
"freundlichartikel".