From poem Uvula
Modex in progress
Sixty ossify
In the waistband find the choke wire. Here they thought a
fatal hold. Sanctity of correction. Obsessive variation begins as instructions
to the scales. To walk in fair rounds is a scolding to the humility of the
first presence. Alive rounds of newness, pressed to folds the metalworker
creased into the aluminum sheet. You can see it, jutting from the wall. It
began inside a frame. Then a single person changed it, ever. How done can be
composed, degree. More increments packed with elements itching to combine
across their boundaries. Layers differently composed gel when approached by
nature retract, conceive each other forms the pits and pots we know. That’s a
scale. The prime mover in a page the underwire scratched across the plain.
Apple crates and grates respond to designate them function. A season for hooks,
fly-like, thin and barbed, on transparent nylon thread, in a turmoil. The black
and white of a fifties science fiction movie, having been spliced several
times, even using pieces of amber half developed thirty five millimeter slide
film as patches, there, the sense of that. Atmosphere designate, dry afternoon,
sharpened sunlight through a cool shell on the earth. These are limits and
tropes. Buried some ancient what-to-bes. Ending is the middle state while many
readjust to preambles. The divination of the straddled wood or fallen cake.
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