How I fail to measure
an intensity
not directed toward
me: a magical operation.
So take him, in spite
of friendship
and revolutionary
biography. A critique of
nature in the name of
Prometheus:
white gigantic phantoms
of granite reptiles and
animals.
The force
that drags the
operator upright is
a means of liberation. I
never understood that
I had been
incompetent, stupid,
often a burning nail,
diabolic. Too difficult
to capture this
suspension of feeling
or the ghostly pain of
my double.