transdada

poetics, time, body disruption and marginally queer solutions

Sunday, November 02, 2003

something that was something next to the other
thing that was something

there there now, defused violence on forest greens, undefined edges, unified personal asylums with large formless windows, consummates itself in desert crimson; by vertical forest greens; there now the ground is continuous, counter to brazen bold anointments, the undefined happens with various points of views; correction and proper placement. large formless someone was at the window saying; “this is my 2 2 who who mets in this how in this who to in this who is is my frozen formless thing.” this grammar violence at a wet bar, vertical of tallow, windows in my dessert dream. the day promises to be a soul without windows, a raven without a poe, a copy of a copy written in continuous flow. 120 days from now, 5 days or years ago or to come or to go years or 5 days ago, a thousand or so undefined and ageless, by by then ground down in counter to the known, by means of glass elliptic breathing; reason of numbness brazen in asylum greens

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