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for Anne Dufourmantelle

 

Entombed at Club Glam

impossible to decide if the hypernovae are wonderful or not
and the more that was said what was true the more it was
impossible to let in the group, the true risk to life was the risk
unsaid in lived life, till at the sea, diving out past the dunes,
something distinct became palpable and (an) analysis was
born there. going in, but softening to the other option

the first souvenirs so real on the seashore felt as yours
a marker on the risk of the shore, last gasp terror index,
sunlight in the hair of the muscle, only recall one the missing
act takes no help from the object no risk not helped
what engulfs and what your life will become to foretell

opened the boxes only so far by saying what you say what
is on your stomach and after that what has left you where
the inspector and the victim are, the potential of mess in lack
of missing craft, the whole universe going missing and left,
and why did chose this souvenir, this shell on the cape
and the anger that sings beneath the toned minority of ease

other than visit and translate the same strong letters again
feel free and spirit the letter to the other side of the beach
impossible to decide under whom else one obliterates
how many of us make our anger happen on another scene
for others, especially through beautiful language dropped
heavily like a guilt/gift to convince some of other happiness

in language that fails to exist. the dictator of the concisest
phases in the face of the beach, let go through different signs
and then risk of tiny signs across the bay, placid rendition
to what is ugly to be so true, embedded at glam club

 

 

 

            
The Eternal Inflationary Principle In Music

pain scolds what words might have done to the sand except fear
risk averse to the gurner and guard for the moment what happens
without guard, simply sinking to the sand where one larger word
is a pebble over the top of one lesser, word that makes sick,
so troubled by the pure phase of doubt to fear one is alive

look for the guilty one i know is not the other is the other always
missing act of reading, you are the missing quality of the moment
this was said, the fussed bones of being in the seas of sex
itself of an embrace, the pain that can never let go of what may
be best, all of these messages are so chopped when letting in

is the risk of all human life. remote orchards in the mist refuse.
what is difficult about the extraordinary say is the say of the
undertow, the way the water speeds down the sand forever,
about to be tortured by the sea and make them show the whole
city, acting out this awful thought not one before the other


 

 

Hell Civilization

Ends up with thinking it can locate in famished waters
or future eternal for local books as principled as clubs
grass saturated folds locked onto deceit and in theory
some parts of the universe have already ended forever
in a one-off way others will always go on infinite
etc sets accepted by the smutty unequivocal keen steel
to get to the white sands fractal stutter aliased at this
point not eternal at this point not eternal at all but later
on grounded in famished foods. Ends there not ending
while ended unequivocally for them for us and the others
benign for the matter to pale. Halfass godchain late
beauty-referencer observer cold spat out the super void
relinquish connectives the population of every type
of thing optimism smashed to ought and minima
regulated by sunflowers compacted to time and duration
as long as grace. Ballerina with the wit of Apollo at 17.


 

 

 

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