Koper defines darkness. Mothballs of circumcision
go to Cannes. Say you traveled under and over the
returning like stitches. I didn’t. The engineer
leveled my swim across his drawing board. Water!
My yellow Ami boiled over. The same with the
questioning the spawner: he can’t
hope for the truth. The meetings were always
the previous ones. When they bring shrouds, compasses,
bibs - did you add something to the signature? You
don’t know if moss drips from your tongue. There are
submissions. Trees tied together like braids
that rub together. A guarantee is a long hair. Small
is the body, huge the fin, and what you call
brutality: self-evident. Touch this
landscape beneath her. I don’t want to watch
them torture pancakes. They’re lusty. You
are all lusty. They all anoint the circle of the sun.
Virgins, foam, fish. We leap over her
along with density. Between the first and second
breaths the sex veers, it wants every fruit.
Violence tears water apart and plucks lint. The miracle
keep occurring. When the wood pile before
the mountain cabin is torn down, and a cricket,
a fugue, and a cantilena are the same: utter bliss.