if always on a hinge of whatever
tomorrow might…

now to consider, as
each posture of a turn of events
attempts to unscrew

it only re
caps what it didn’t see

it what it does dew on a blade
of an edge of table at the moment of

fable-birthing fairy-tipped
magic flickers over a
balcony born from the eyes

of centering on an object

breathing occurrence now in representation
of the person who would


to other occupations, doors

a body

or rocks and stones
placed in exact placements

formulate tides
of an untying affirmation, careless

needles scratch
records, archives
facts are facts, agitation
as the anal receptor

releases tense memories of
uncreated broadcast radio signals
stuffy windows carpet the semicolon, only


we could trespass


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