#findingthevoiceless

[oxytocin-iv]

Escher-skeleton

I am gutted like a collision of cloisters:                          pillars,                          dust,                          ribs; parabolic parables of self, glittering sibilant rubble- and at the altar pumps      a virgin green-blue relic      the sea

[oxytocin-iv]

enwinding ... memory

Opened up on its horizontal axis The sky bears light, poured out Into the cleft between two hillsides. Across the plain, furrows look mobius, Stretched clouds like torn cloth Are enwinding in parallelogram. Critically, it is here that we will have first seen this, it is here that a memory was seen.

[oxytocin-iv]

gallop-writhe

gallop-writhe with incandescent light click strap the clinking wracked bright blighted bitten tightness- alight, calling- all right, go, light, snickering, on causeway commentaries of galled rites, wicker infights, bitter tin-lights, bits of ice sight slink home in the midnight, creak with eyesight sore (in flight) for a precious parasite for I’ll hold her this cold, glimmerlit night.

[oxytocin-iv]

I ... deserved

I cannot see what you see in me. Let me rot,             do not tell me my decomposition             is a beautiful thing. Each organ             split along its seam, each bone             a yellowing mess. You want me.             I am fine I am fine I am fine I am fine                                            You all deserved better.

[oxytocin-iv]

24-03-17: cast

   , disturb the stages of my mind with your cast, a motley crew of animals and bright young things, dressed alike in purple and blue, wicked glimmers in their eyes, prancing across purported boards   avoiding the cracks, ... lace a cast over my cracks,  enfold my faults in whiteness, fill each flaw with love, with white paste. see how deep the plaster must draw. ... cast a lure, floating on the deep.

[oxytocin-iv]

introvertical // chronologic

you said, “we’ve had this conversation before”. you’re right, we’re in different places. I’m over here, and you’re                        over there,              we’re in                        different                                     places. I’m trying to think                        in four dimensions; this page                gives me two. you said, “this is your last chance                        to ask any questions.”                    through time, we’ll pass.