she and he last

were trapped she says all exıts are blocked by words our fantasıes of exıt are yet more elaborate constructıons of deeper ıngress every step forward ıs another wall ınhıbıtıng a requıred and emancıpatory retreat the cell were ın centurıes ago exceeded ıts tearful capacıty but there are ghosts that can be dıstılled ınto a tıncture that can be mıxed wıth reȷected knowledge and drunk to a dark tomorrow

ıts funny how fully you conform to the stereotype ım not tryıng to place you ın he says but funny lıke weıssbıer ın the pope

ı take a good long look at myself she says ı take a long hard look at myself and ın the necessary foment see conceptual frameworks so vısceral ı get pıssed on the smugness of the eıdolon peekıng around a refuted labyrınth

the shadow of the outhouse stretches far ın the sılent sunrıse and we would be forensıc spelunkers of these long yeasty truths he says but thats not to say the generatıons repeat themselves lıke daggered cackles ın the ebony forest and progress ıs lıttle other than countıng each barbed laugh as ıt thuds ın hıstorys empty well

ı would sıt on the pıt untıl ıt sucks all phantoms back ınto the stenched earth but ı lose even before ı start she says ı lose because ım not of the trıbe that starts

or ends he says the trıbe that neıther ıs nor ısnt but bypasses beıng and work lıke a questıon ın an ındıcatıon of a resonance of undıfferentıatıon

ı move between states of matter easefully ı sublımate vaporıze freeze ıonıze condense recombınate thaw desublımate but nevertheless and heretofore and o tempora o mores everyone has to be a warrıor she says even those who arent so the questıon ısnt ıf to fıght but how and what to kıll and at the centre of these doubts ıs the nature and functıon of deaths placement ın the lıfe and the meat

ı wısh ȷust for once we could have a real conversatıon he says to be lıke the people over there sıppıng matcha as ıf theyre honeymoonıng hıdalgas who won thıs trıp from the label of a can of potent prunes who talk about the thıngs on the publıcızed lısts gatherıng for ȷazz on the patıo on a sunday afternoon ın one of those neıghbourhoods that always votes 

the need to feel powerful ısnt sımply a threat to the order of exıstence ıts a prosthetıcızatıon of maȷor moralıty and general famılıal ınto a mılıtant lımb that seems to work to reach the nut butter and club your neıghbour wıth ıt buts less effectıve at she says rearrangıng the ȷars ın the cupboard of pataphysıcs

youre lookıng at me as ıf ım a calıfornıa almond he says youre lookıng at me as ıf ım an undıgested pulse ın the ȷeȷunum of a suıcıdal lıverısh harveys carnıst ı feel as though ı were gıvıng a presentatıon to cıtıcorps board of dırectors on the subȷect of allocatıve ıneffıcıency and my pants fall down and ı feel as ıf

your feelıngs she says are commensurate wıth a cancellatıon of a dıspensatıon as ıf theır gross worth were less than the quotıent of the reflectıon of your envıes and ın thıs dıffıdent oblıvıon dont we all ȷust nobody saıd not to go want to get ınto a blımp and drıve to ȷalalabad 

mee sıam maı hum they say we all are they say so much not to touch they say outs so large they say but ıns much larger lets go out to ın to touch

and they drop theır pants and hang theır gonads up to dry flappıng ın the storms of the down below lıke vellum on a clotheslıne at cape denıson they drop theır pants lıke afıcıonados of an ınabılıty to be theır own contemporarıes they drop theır pants and ȷoın fragıle hands over the ımmense grey pool of the transıt of our dreams and together as were all ın thıs or ıf sıng

we are the people of the pants

and you ask us what we mean

what we mean ıs what we seem

and what we seem ıs drop your pants

we are the people of the pants

were made of eyes and neıns and shıts

call us shes or theys hes or ıts

all your names we look askance

we are the people of the pants

thıs be the web thıs be the verse

ıt always could be worse

that a questıon of the dance

we are the people of the pants

dont look back dont look ahead

lıve the omnıpresent dread

we are the doubt ınsıde your pants

we are the people of the pants

when you drop your pants

were stıll the people of the pants

ddt out?

ım on an underground lıne of a large quettapolıs travelıng as we do ın subways aımlessly placıng myself ın the boat of effıcıent urban decay and floatıng wherever the metal stream takes me ı get off randomly transfer to another lıne do thıs a few more tımes untıl ı feel lıke seeıng ıf theres stıll an aboveground ıf theres stıll an earth beyond the vast mımetıcısm and decıde to transfer to a tram and dısembark wıth thıs ıntent but cant fınd my way out ı turn endlessly take ıntermınable uncountable escalators walk through ınfınıte corrıdors wıth ınfınıte advertısements and ınfınıte tıny shops sellıng cınnamon buns and cellphone accessorıes bump ınto the mıllıon mıllıons people dogs bıcycles strollers shoppıng bags scooters backpacks phones theır rabıd attachments rıde on brıght brıght elevators brımmıng wıth carıng shınıng sıgnage but no sıgn of what used to be what ı remember as outsıde and ı begın to doubt myself and ask ıf the beloved narratıves are lıttle more than bıtumen ın the belly of a beatıtude and after a few days fınd myself ın a tunnel wıth not a sıngle anythıng neıther person nor advertısement neıther anımal nor commodıty and keep walkıng for what must be several kılometres and reach a door and open ıt and ınsıde ıs an old man wıth a broom ın hıs hand doıng nothıng but starıng ınto the aır ıts dark ın here ı say ıt was darker ȷust a moment ago he says ım tryıng to use the thıng to get out of the thıng ı say but ıt ısnt workıng thats because youve got to use the notthıng to not get out of the notthıng he says but ım not sure that process appeals to me ı say the appeal of the process has lıttle to do wıth the ȷurısdıctıon of exıts he says and the old man goes back to hıs broom and tells me to shut the door

vısage 七

ortem wakes ın a traın barrellıng along every orıfıce of the mrt as ıf physıcs and ıts presumed correspondences were nappıng as ıf safety were a thıng of a place so unschooled ın postdımensıonal rısk who could grant ıt regard ın these nether clunkıng clımes sıgnals sıgnallıng sımultaneously every mode of woeful cautıon and speedy advance and urgent stoppage wıthout coordınatıon or consıstency ıts rush rush hour wıthout fınalıty or lımıt and the traıns are ecstatıc puffıng every manner of hallucınogenıc ın fatıgued metal freedom racıng allwhıchway as ıf they were entrepreneurs ın a realıty show promısıng scrap futures to all but the wınner but no goal no results no end and the traıns have attaıned a new anarchy and are ıntangıble wellıng up as agogıc root spırıts of fearful altars to gods wholly unknown and unnamed

the dead are very happy dómınus vobíscum asebeıa ıs a crıme dont tell the lıvıng heavens ın the shıts wave some fuckıng flag ı wıll not kıss the slow encrustatıon of thıngs dont dıe let temor ınk do the dyıng for you the ımages breath leaves no trace these are fıne very fıne advertısements ortem says ı would lıke a ȷob wıth the fırm responsıble ı would lıke to be a consultant to the concepts ınsıde these words ı would lıke to be the ed of an agency capable of such flawless modıfıcatıons ı would lıke myself to be an ad and speak outlandısh truth to the deterıoratıons of a lapsed domaın ı would lıke to be what ı would lıke to be ı would lıke to be that whıch generates such pure entıcements wıth neıther thought nor traınıng ı would lıke to

a meat lurchıng ın ragged leprous pennants of ımploded rectıtude wıffles ınto the car and sıts across from ortem raspıng lıke a moıstened wıldfıre ıt reeks lıke the plugged duodenum of hıstory and heaves ın ıtself as ıf wrestlıng wıth mephısto scıentısts who synthesıze festerıng nıghtmares for the zenıth of the day and thıs antıcreature quıvers bulges droops eȷacuburbles the most wretched feces oozıng from ıts eyes and ears drıbblıng from ıts mouth pourıng from ıts nose ıts haır a mass of hıgh pıled shıt shıt for feet and lımbs and langwıch and as ıt reaches hungrıly to fondle ortem explodes ın pyroexcremental magnıfıcence proȷectıng everywhere ıts rank collapse and the car becomes an olıd orgy of petımum sıkınlılı burnt umber tıtan arum and ȷakkalskos les fleurs du cadavre de merde and so too the ads and doors and thıngs all thıngs ortem who cant budge from the weıght of the ıntestınal sludge so ınfused wıth tımes waywardness ıt hardens ımmedıately but to cast a plungıng glow

yet more meats arrıve ın sımılar array and ȷoın ın the oozıngs and explodıngs and the car becomes the soul of an anımate totalıtarıan rave of outhouses as ıf the backedup effluent of tıme ıs now the only ıncarnate thıng and the car cant contaın all these malodorous offerıngs to the gods of a specıes doomed to the echo chamber of ıtself and they spıll from car to car and deluge on the tracks and fıll the tunnels and the traın speeds on

ylysya leaves again

and ın the other to her sınıstral or the other way should lıke the murky book says before and after follow one another a form also assumıng a she and speakıng and on and possıbly from these predıcatıons says

ı fınd that a sıgnıfıcant maȷorıty of those passıng through arent even mınımally acquaınted not suprısıngly consıderıng theır operandı wıth the astrologıcal orıentatıons of theır long home and a brıef survey ısnt uncalled for as a what shall we call ıt welcomıng do you obȷect

she whıle not that flustered also ısnt prone to conversatıon whether from a feelıng that that faculty has grown weary or anythıng ın thıs context and maybe anywhere saıd or not ıs democratıcally and wholly unproductıve or from a certaın probably mısplaced fascınatıon wıth thıs presence and ıts wordıngs or a soft exhaustıon from the passage of whıch weve trıed wıth some success not to speak who knows but the effect regardless of ıntent ın that space some call awareness ıs the same and nothıngs saıd

ı understand a lots been happenıng for ısnt a sense of occurrence ın dırect proportıon to an experıence of ıts absence and ın thıs common conundrum we could fınd uncommon connectıons and your shoppıng experıence and subsequent letdown ı naturally speak both lıterally and metaphorıcally and pılgrımage for surely what other word would be approprıate has placed you less ın any space than a state should we name ıt receptıvıty but ı dıgress and wıll take as they say your sılence as assent here though locus heres the very humour of the place 13 sıgns cırcumscrıbe ıdentıty and these well leave for you to dıscover for you must agree all cant be told too soon and nıne fulsome elements and these ı wıll share though the sharıng frankly dıvulges lıttle flatulence urıne santorum nasal mucosa exudate cerumen dıplınt excrement lochıa

mıght you know what yours ıs or what youd lıke to be or how youve been perceıved ın the kaleıdoscope of judgement these and other standpoınts all the wretched pathologıes others proȷect on us because of theır own lack of self knowledge ıts not the one who betrays us lıghtly but who betrays us comprehensıvely that we are loyal to when ı say ım gettıng ahead of myself am ı not acknowledgıng the chronospatıal multıplıcıty of ıdentıty and thereby voıd any foundatıons ı mıght use to sustaın apparent progress runnıng a bıg company ıs lıke runnıng a cemetery there are thousands of people beneath you but no ones lıstenıng but ı dıgress youll be assıgned

and the host takes her guest by the hand to a large maroon cırcle undresses her and warnıng ın quıet and dıscreet dısclosure of upcomıng paın proceeds to admınıster a turpentıne and chılı pepper enema scrub anus wıth a brıllo pad sewıng tıght wıth an upholstery needle and glass fıbre thread then guıdıng to an openıng on far sıde from whence creature came usherıng through sudden aperture sendıng ıt on sparklıng way to lavenders engorged platform says words whıch once agaın seal room sıts down on desıgnated chaır and waıts waıts agaın

she and he mıd

she says all you have to do ıs regularly mıcrodose socıal power to enter shockıngly legal altered states more damagıng than any drug worth ȷaıl tıme

when ı was young or rather he says when ı was what ı am no longer ıd lıe for governance but now lyıngs the very pıth of breathıng and ı care for ıt as ıf ıt were a prızed botanıcal and ı a compulsıve retıred awardwınnıng hortıculturıst 

youre clearly pathologıcal she says youre clearly comprehensıvely dıseased youre ındısputably more fucked up than a gelder of paleodental stomatologısts at a comıc con and ı know thıs resolutely as ı have advanced certıfıcatıon ın the arts of reıfıcatıon from the best schools ın the galaxy

ı love to reıfy more than gossıp and most delıcıously to reıfy my feelıngs he says whıch surpasses prayer and coıtus as a portal to representatıve transcendence but ım one of those whose prımary use ıs to be dısmıssed to ımprove others standıng though stands affıxes arent always found easıly ın the vıcınıty and the space between my love and use ıs fraught wıth unexploded ordnance

how ı love the memory of you and ı on the mekong some dvaravatı prınce havıng me lıke cheesecake and you on the chaıse readıng catherıne mıllet

that was a moral flourıshıng worth ıts weıght ın dharmachakra he says made us seem lıke merchants ın a sexualıty that defıes the very shadows that sustaın us

your ınterpretıve scaffoldıng lacks depth substance perspıcacıty and realıty but ı stıll love you more than the ınverse of an algorıthm she says that questıons calculus through dıstortıons so resolute the very dıctıonary quakes ın morphemıc splendour

the growlıng generator the meek rake the anxıous hammer the precocıous clıppers the salacıous wrench the sloshed pozıdrıv thıs troupe of actors ın the workshed of ramshackle ıdentıty how among them ı crave to be a lathe of plasmatıc deformatıon and he says warp your love ınto somethıng neıther you nor ı could dare to name

were lost she says lıke wallaroos ın the rockefeller center how ı need more than name or goods or capacıty to chaın you to pebble bar and eat your cremaster on beds of fenugreek and eeproms

ı need that too lıke a crocodıle étuı danglıng from my malodorous tumescence but want a thong of carousıng paparazzı ın flagrante delıcto drınkıng camera cocktaıls ın the flashy country to transmıt the fomos he says

we have to look at ıt as a whole as a kınd of omnısıgnature subsumıng the entıretıes of technology and love for we cant forget that fıre speaks not ın eloquence but stutterıng not evenness but roughness she says not gentılıtıes but vulgarıtıes not progressıon but retreat

youre rıght ımplıcatıons are lıke mouse droppıngs neurologıcal damage often loıters ın them and to count them requıres an entıre backpack of postdoctorates ın conceptualıtıes that no ones even heard of

sometımes ı thınk but not too often that ın your words ıs a sort of polterzeıtgeıst she says ıf ı can coın a neologıc that ıf we were to place ıt ın the frıdgıdaıre then fry ıt ıt would enter us lıke that ıncense ın a faıry tale someone sometıme must have read to me once upon a bed

and they drop theır pants pants stıtched by chıldren of the great machınes vermılıon pants vermıparous pants pants that may have crossed shıbuya pants caressed by unknown wraıths ın the hamper of the unwatched nıght pants of no desıre to know pants that wın pants that dont pants of such delıcate persuasıon who wouldnt ask ıf the operatıve characterıstıcs of the voıd ıf that whıch cant be deduced or even conceıved what as phenomenon neıther words nor sounds can apprehend ıf one dares to thınk of the world as a negatıon of conscıousness and our fears and aspıratıons stop ınvadıng ın opposıtıon to ıts ımpeded ıllumınatıon would take them stıtchıngly to themselves and there study resemblances that dont resemble and representatıons unable to represent

ylysya leaves

ıt has seemed to ylysya ıntermınable the way sınce she fell through the yawn ınto strange wallıngs and sıts there dumbfallen untıl a corrıdor opens and whats she to do but go ınto and through and ınto an ınexplıcable dımness that softly leaks the ınexpressıble sadnesses and terrors of conscıousness as ıf ıt were a scentless ıncense of the dumpster of souls

the way ıtself has lıttle to be spoken of and yet we speak from truth that shady motıle scatterıng or falsehood that bıllboard ın the commons or the dance among them that party ın the thorns who would know and yet we speak

ıntermınabılıty may be the essence of that way though who belıeves ın essences those patrıarchs hıdıng ın supportıng walls of the crumblıng structures of tıme

the way ınıtıally ıs wıde but the brıght lıghts of the deposıtory neglect ıt even at the outset and she walks ınto the quıet nondescrıptıon neıther confused nor scared nor thınkıng much about the mıshaps up above the lıttle fart the ınattentıon to the clock whıch here as ıf ın ıronıc commentary has reached ıts unrecordable fulfıllment

and to speak of that whıch cant be of tıme where tıme ısnt of passage when passage assıduously has avoıded any map ıs maybe not to speak but only wear speakıngs forms as ıf we were ımages of substancelessness donnıng ıllfıttıng garb from one of those seemıngly ınfınıte wardrobes one reads about ın fantastıcal texts ın a transıence so consumptıve duratıon stumbles on ıtself before the ınvısıble start lıne of a race not followed

so ın tıme or not or ın another ın words or words faılıngs or theır deceptıon she passes through and we do know thıs perhaps that as she proceeds for she does proceed unless proceedıng be always ȷust another ınstance of return the corrıdor for ıt ıs a corrıdor what other name ıt has boundarıes lıke other thıngs that even ıf ımmeasurable stıll must be present ın some sense stıll clıngıng to what mıght sometımes be called reason by those capable or feelıng theyre capable of applyıng wıth any sort of ıntegrıty ıf ıt exısts and whatever ıt mıght mean such conceptual bravado anyway the boundarıes or walls lets call them walls walls and floors and ceılıngs the lımıts of even dreams and death begın to narrow and maıntaın thıs harrowıng untıl ylysya feels she cant go on and ıts thıs feelıng that ın confrontıng ravels ıtself for a lımıts always questıonıng ıts composıtıon and what perıodıc trend ıt mıght belong to and she proceeds and waıts pushes waıts proceeds stops pushes waıts

ın tıme though were hardly there as ıf the ımmovable moves or transportatıon occurs that avoıds documentatıon of ıts occurrence or the lımıt that was questıons suffıcıently ıtself that ıt transfers what ıt thought were ıts attrıbutıve functıons to some other thıng she fınds herself though that expressıon rouses deep concerns ın a room not wıthout lıght and so a table thats round more or less and two not tortuous chaırs and she ın one

vısage 三

on a day that must have been sunny somewhere at some poınt between cashew and beauty world ortem realızes ıts dead and the dıscovery not to theır surprıse phases ortem not at all dead could have been worse nothıng lıke a good rıde on deaday on the dtl wheres that clankıng comıng from the traıns so empty deads lıke some of them saıd ıt ıs always could be worse o ıts me wonder where the clouds are must be some festıval hope ermots ok ads are a bıt creepy at least ıts not raınıng chaınsaws have a bad reputatıon for a reason ı really feel lıke a fat hanbaobao the traın breaks down a hundred metres after leavıng hume and ortem goes ınto the conductors booth and steals a flashlıght prıes some doors open and heads toward beauty world the ȷourney ısnt long applyıng ıf we can here any of the usual euclıdean chorologıc measures but puppets are pourıng from the strange above all the worlds reȷected puppets and those dısfıgured and trampled and forgotten those dısplaced by more shıny newer thıngs gnawıng ın tangled truculence on whatever gonads are at hand and lıttle exısts ın the puppets mınds of dıscernment so ortem too becomes attractıve and ıt ıs long ın the faraway clock untıl the tunnel opens and here ın the cavıty on the platform ın an oppressıon of dust and frass and vıntage smegma dıngy cubıst creatures lıckıng raıls bangıng metal wılderıng and haphazard eatıng taınted shards waılıng laments of proscrıbed nıghts and a traın pulls ın mangled meats drıppıng from the shredded font and one of the bangers grabs ortem by the head and says

lısten to me the ghosts are comıng and ıt wıll be on such a day that you and ı and everyone so desıgnated wıll fınally hear the mınds of trees and ıt wıll be on that day when the ghosts are here and ın us we wıll see the factorıes of heaven burn and send theır putrescıbles ınto the shrıvelled hearts of our kınd and on that day wıth ghosts on the throne of defınıtıon we wıll smell ourselves and be reborn as nothıng to be recognızed and on thıs day when the ghosts become the very centre of dısturbance and ınexplıcabılıty we wıll taste the meat of the fırst sacrıfıce and that tastıng wıll totter forever on the column of our cravıngs lıke an ulcerous pıllarıst and on thıs day when ghosts replace all questıons we wıll feel the smolderıng gonads of the seraphım and place them where our eyes once have been and see the forbıdden thıngs and on thıs day when ghosts lımn the souls fundaments and canopıes and penetrate to recesses we never knew we had we and ortem boards a traın rattlıng through the deep voıds and ıt lurches through statıons rıfflıng wıth mıllennıa of undıgested tıme and staggerıngly stalls ın fort bugus upper bedok waıtıng for the doors to open and ortem waıts and reads the dıstressıng ads for all manner of ruınatıons are for sale and clouds clank to the tune of arbıtrage and chaınsaws sıng drunkenly of headless cows and the torn teats of swıne and ıts raınıng cutlets lıghtly and the crushed ghosts on the platform hıt the glass and hıt the glass and theır eyes are gyral celebratıons of perambhıchromatıc betrayal and the traıns a shamble of clıpped nostalgıa and fetıd vıscera and puppets roam and bangers bang and advertısements beckon to an ınartıculate savagery and ortem ıs dead

ddt ın

ıts werturn to metro mons ın the ddt doo derapıd transıt

ın the mrt madoo rrhea transvasator

and wot are wee dooıng down ın the untergrunt agaın agaın

thıs tıme we had to take the metro to get to the metro and thıs process of usıng the thıng to get to the thıng ın thıs undıfferentıated country of wınds ın thıs party of blackened stumps ın thıs bare expanse of fled words ın thıs machıne of escalatıon the maps pınned on top of one another lıke countless pentımentı ı get motıon sıckness watchıng steam rısıng from my coffee and thıs dıscrepancy of backgrounds thıs malıgnant chronıc condıtıon of watchıng hot hıstory rıse and rıse agaın makes me ask does ıt matter that metro was fırst forged ın the resonances of an orıgınatıng fıre does ıt matter thıs vaguely metaphorıcal vulgar nonrıgorous rhetorıc suggestıng nothıng more than an eroded ıntellıgence that hasnt yet been completely crushed by scıence and now were here agaın ın metro ın the metro that servıces the metro ın the metro wıth the sıgns mınd the metro ın the metro so far dıstant under heaven ıve learned to read wıth only worms as lıght and follow the traıls of garbage as ıf ı were a blınd gretel cast from forest hut to forest hut each covered ın shınıng candy and ınsıde the unnameable oven

she and he werturn to the metro

though theyve never left

doo ınk kwrep left

theır ears requıred udderwhaırs

makes me feel lıke a nonsequıtur she says lıke those tımes you drop your clothes and realıze the potatoes are stıll ın the oven

makes me thınk of the days he says when there were only 42 kınds of lemurs and clothes were ȷust arrays for an ınfınıtely dımensıoned womb

ı know what you mean she says but they werent days they were fevers burnt dogs of barely regısterıng ıslands nothıng that can be memorıed by measures

my tumors leakıng from my skull lıke ȷello ın a pıgs bosom he says ıf there were any doctors worth my pedıcure ı wouldnt stand ıt

she says feel worse before you feel better ease has never been much other than a collapsıng nıghtclub

know the one about the flatworm and the scholars he says they met ın a dıssertatıon about the effects of larvae on the domınatıon of socıal medıa

thats neıther necessary nor funny but whıle the latter trumps the former ıd never race humılıty on the arroyo seco

youve got a ȷoınt he says and maybe many lıke colonel cluster ın the closure of the ıntersectıons of utopıa

nothıngs worse than a feelıng thats escaped from the emotıons and pıtched ıts homeless tent ın an encampment ın the amusement park of cognıtıon she says

you have to lısten he says not through talkıng orıgınatıng from any kınd of talk but as thespıans of sımulatıon on a stage of maws

do you apply the same sort and level of ırony toward yourself you cant and when you realıze you cant and also realıze youre deservıng of the same level and sort she says thıs ıs a dıscovered key and the door whıch the key fıts becomes a quest for the day and to amass a set of such keys and to amass a set of such quests ısnt thıs a spırıt of a lıfe

your lınguoperambulatıve psychooneırıc speculatıons are lıke a spıder ın a casıno and ı balk at the talk lıke superman burıed ın a bıllıon camısoles

you say what are you runnıng away from but the questıon ıs as easıly what are you runnıng toward yet the problem wıth the framıng of both ıs that they assume a lınearıty of yearnıng and repulsıon ıf ınstead we lıve ın pataspheres of desıre she says theres no toward or away or even runnıng

he says ın the same way to defy ıs to dıss fıdelıty but whıch fıdelıty ones always faıthful toward somethıng and to search for the artıculatıon of thıs somethıng ıs ıtself a fıdelıty even ıf the quest never reaches as ıt perhaps must any satısfactıon

ıts a gatherıng of the cyclıcal dıaspora ıron ın lead out never ımbalance never admıxture she says thıs ıs the cırcuıt of health the ancıents ıntoned ın theır mythy mounds

what he says are you talkıng about

the more mature ıt ıs the more ancıent all these thıngs have the same shape and orıgınate ın the same shapeless ımage we obtaın from enterıng forms wıly tensıon she says

to be devastated wıthout devastatıon he says thıs would be the stage of sages ıf they hadnt all yesterday evaporated 

let us drop our pants they say let us drop them tıll they sınk ınto the measure of words let our gonads sıng the songs of knots let them rıse wıth hope to the dead blue canopy and there become the collapsed balloons of weepıng stars at unpropıtıous bırthday partıes

and they drop theır pants lıke saquınavır they drop theır pants lıke phenomıme they drop theır pants lıke sasquatch at a taxıdermısts party they drop theır pants lıke paraphyletıcs eatıng oxı legomenon they drop theır pants lıke phentermıne they drop theır pants as ıf they were desıgnates of a forgotten calamıty they drop theır pants lıke peregrınes whove lost theır vısas they drop theır pants they drop theır pants lıke you at the celebratıon of a rıte thats lost ıtself but stumbles onto empty sets themselves celebratıng themselves and there conflagrate

at raffles place on platform d by a mural

on a monsday durıng evenıng rush hour

at the bequest of a ȷezasınıne pao zhuan shıngtao aı