How I used to wish watching out across the wet road bed's black glide--the usual: shell-shore of the first world willed back in a blink, ling cod, then, thickening the ocean like Life with Time: No time, by God! good night now licking eyelids up in some immense, sleep-swimming immemorial armored fish, fusion mirrored there on that flat nerve, novas and so forth, symmetries, this smattering of energies, G-force veering to the simple solipsism of the born starts: sol mating with himself himself in that fresh electric swamp where further fetchlights limn away all wavery and settling long before nylon stockings ever were or lunatic desire seared us, just void, volts and amps and the blue hiss isn't it? -- and then that's this. |
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