but the hand is firmly
cross hatched
axial to realization
a hawk's prey when killed
especially when torn
like the more-demanded spleen
in our illuminati.

eyes mindful of somewhen longed

for the surface tense which is
this construct moving in
on sliver of space
an ocular step into
not this time
the now here
gastful

becoming viral
our grace in unsense
the cure for gravity
an encounter — unlearning,
languaged, and set to trip out up upon
not only there but
ice halls
belling,
scorched wax
brewed by the tun.
a turn of road
leading a trace,
trailing suspects
within a coat of rain.

quick and dead
she bent cladded grin to scrape up onto