thread

 

                                                               there is

               no poet

 no voice

 just a body

woven

out of string

                       lingering

                        between

                        what opens

                           and what closes

 

 

 

 

granular light

opacities

think of bone

edging

to splice the haptic

molecular patterns

in

this

languaging

flower

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

bloom your traces

                    your

           entomology

flap

flap

flap

against the

cracking

glass

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

how

many

times

becoming

body

 

 

 

 

 

absorb                             the                               drop

 

 

 

 

 

for                      undulations                  travel

back

wards

blur

the

structure

 

 

location                            is                                                                  an                island

to mirror

potentia

 

 

ontology

 

 

 

 

of                          murmur

 

 

 

un

fold

root reportage

 

photo

synthes

is

 

 

 

 

a

 

 

 

 

million                                                                         eyes

 

 

 

a million

 

 

 

 

 

                                                      ears

residues

in

reciprocity

 

 

 

 

spiral

u

n

r

a

v

e

l

i

n

g

 

 

 

with

aether

 

 

a dance

 

 

of

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ecstatic

encryption