��������������shifts
& autumn's fruit takes root
�
stems twine upwards
bruising ceilings
�����������sunlight suffocates young shoots
�
& a woman eats tangelos
�
�juice creates landscapes of commodities
I rerun the sequence of seasons
�
religiously obsessional
we agree ����this gratification
is mutual
>>>
the proof is in the stripping off
������of personal needs�������� the loss of camouflage
�
the bond between us
carries us further
drops us like bread for arthritic hands
the emaciated��������traversing lost kingdoms
�����������of �location location
�
the woman peels a tangelo
�����������& watches us pass
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the table is set
�������chairs strategically placed
the window sees differently
�����a graven image siphons grubs from the sky
�
fruit trees��������� grow
��������� through the floorboards
you unravel your long hair for the hungry / the crippled /
the semi catatonic
but they know how to climb / how to climb straight up
we hurriedly make amendments
��������������������to our plans
�
��������������������� I pull on your hair /���������as if it were rope�����������
������� turn off the lights
���������������� climb the darkness
of a shell inside a shell�������������� I climb
���������participating in a cosmic transformation
>>>
I replay examples of workmanlike thoroughness
������������ to make the day tick
������������ to make you more real
because this doesn't happen �����������too often
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