Concrete in synovial bursae: newfound permanence
distance may vary time as well though
every question returns
nothing after the first answer.

Dieses Volk der Festigkeit; they put their hands in the resonators and their fingers drown in fecund sedimentary mud. The strings tremble and shake at their own beliefs. Heavy keys, nonchalant to touch, sign of blood in the abdomen. A lake of blood in the abdomen. The skin that maintains the wealth inside is coruscant, distended. It moves massively when pressed, it crawls when examined. Void filled with death and thick black vomit. Double the morphine, let them swing their bones deep in the pillows. If the pain insists, this therapy is cursed in its ways. The pain insists, some dared to give advice about controlling the gaping wounds of congenital defects. Blinded by complex ignorant fecund sedimentary mud. Keep them out of this hospital room. Dieses Volk der Festigkeit

sie gehen mit Beton zu Fuß

kein Wort keine Stimme sie sprechen nicht

dieses Meer aus Blut

zieht Unheil an uns.

This is not business

none of this is business

There is no method

to cure oneself

years might run I remain the same

the same treated customer.

Texts turn to monotone, yells turn their heads away. So stand up to greet another new hormonal salvation. Reflects, rambling, senseless movements senseless movements are the walks you took and they took you back to singularity from the alike states; and they've got their borders open and we cross the customs with our presents and pay a drop of blood without sugar starved to coma stares and twinkles make apathetic diseases responsive to whatever comes second there is no answer to what comes first every time definitive fact is not me, not you but the suffering self. Years might run and I'm past the parental beating, rude is under my tongue.

Late day

no one waits for any bus

how come? The sun

is sweet, the street quiet

and dry

I leave and I don't hear the door closing so the mirage of a standing fleshy feeling remains / pendant hands / it comes in gradient circular surfaces this

non numerical rope

the bridge shuts and collapses as the kingdom of the lamb

savory sparks running through the

neural wires

sinewaves so copious, they reach the small ears as well.

Dense time past noon

not a single electron going away

swales

striding swales

months steady

stable routes bite the knuckles of our / pendant hands / I plan my blessings in this uncountable exit this hanging we always glance at amidst its happening

our voices shed

casting castles on our corneas, love

raising the atmosphere over the cloudy minds,

deine
Immer.

Leerraum löscht

die lachende Anschläge

cresc.

decresc.

cresc.

decresc.

cresc.

decresc.

cresc.

decresc.

Leerraum verschlingt

das lachende Ende

spiel und sing

sei vertan

schlaf im

Leerraum

schön

He blushes when we glance at each other -a really lively Rosenrot
reaching deeper than the shipwreck did breathing comes through rough
an accordion of poverty and the mechanical sound of a massacre
how the skins tear apart how the blood waters the fabrics
ignis sacer a capite ad calcem
will he die of this?

-

Pages made of something heavy, could be lead under malachite green
and the backbone of the book is shattered say from reading up
or left open on the bed sipping from the warm lake of alcohol
this vomit of phenol and formaldehyde was from my heart, I would have told him
if he asked of course how the sores erupt shooting spores and toxic
drops straight at the faces of the infirmières? A finger's touch and they explode
as if the infirmières were in a carnal dream of an educated bore
my insoluble substance of affection
settles down in his head.

-

A vocal sediment of a promised future
epic bouquets distributed? Tell me, he shouted
Indeed. These empty hands now this empty mouth now
they bring the self since the rest is given
what was ever the rest was there ever any? I did
tell him, a wide surface of sunburn reminiscences an inflammation
of sorts shined upon my plead as he offered a nation of postponements
I shouted but my skin tore apart
will I die of this, doctor?