welcome to the sun
we are a burn mark on water
an ocean offering
my kid is a bird nest a bird germ
when we reach together it will work
i will reach one side with my arms
and she will reach one side with her arms
we make shapes are pulling are surrounding
i am right
there is a ring between us
material, arterial, evolutionary
walking patterns or swinging dancing
those patterns and those arms
we have a light that looks out
back into the face of a nursery of stars
to star the face of lisa
to star the armpit or wrist of lisa
we will have to swim
i have this bag of salt to share
and with this holy hole i will arrange a meeting
bound to salt a stick or time and bound
to laugh and tongue and sickle
over rot-wilted internet
blue invention of rubbing eyes
bile and fur and hiccup are yes
blindspots catch a length of surf
wishing to talk to lisa
"everything small is innocent of its smallness"
pg 185 "thus spake zarthustra"
"too much spirit for him:
"thus i learned to swallow words they're gravediggers- i called them researchers and testers; thus i learned to change words. the gravediggers dig themselves sick; under old rubbish lie noxious odors. one should not stir up the morass. one should live on mountains."
"AT LAST MY NOSE IS DELIVERED FROM EVERYTHING HUMAN"
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