illusion

absolutely you might be closer to the closet
you and the vague valley of factioned dreams
i remember noting nothing
i remember doing a valley dance at a vague seminar
there are angles in the air and in feel them
i feel them touching me and dislocate further
someone has a strange shoulder
with a hole in it
someone who i touch frequently
there are elbows there are other kinds of bones
there are tools
there are people in their corners there is work that
we swallow there is love uncommon
on common ground love has more a sound and a network