you write your hand
what is this this
a figure on the anything’s unrelated
– i move it, i see it move
as darkness comes writing
in blinking attention
release of another day’s while
to the stars i see i see nothing
of escape and no escape
– little lizard, negated on the old threshold
what a hole in your pocket asks the anxiety of?
anybody’s body’s body
a finger where i am
unrelated unrelated
if only there weren’t anything
for insecurity, which is
you will remain no bottom
if you only can’t pose it
drop release from release and turn on the lights
– black the old threshold
red over so little
unrelated to sleep
“the city bites, the countryside barks”
left-over a fleeting glimpse
you’re holding, also now, a straw is there by salvation
and rot on root
– dog, why do you bark?
am i see no be see it – move
am i see you writing anybody
you write your hand write
all so
– birds on where you can see your reach
their darking
mute tree, and drop its
unrelease
red black
but would you really bite?
– hand over the city, anxious you remain
what is –
if your pock, if your light goes
a finger’s blinking glimpse
if on your anybody that is ask?
as a black figure on the line
– it’s a bird
there
mute to body, a fleep
– so i forget
from refleeting
– corrow things me through
the line
and release from release
know there’ll be another bird soon
– to see stars reflect their distance
in light reach where you were when shone
what do i see? i see nothing
– a moon where to
from where there’s no
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