Adrift
Upright
rectangle blurred to a circle, many bright stars, garish colour.
Axle
growing through the centre of voids. It's yellow, almost leafless;
sky curves underneath the ground, which is transparent. Our soil is
largely sand, hemmed in repeatedly by rubble.
Feet
of a hanged man swinging a head's height above a broken path.
Doors
open automatically; clouds cover the sun; doors close automatically.
One rectangle will succeed in covering a rectangle, both blurring.
*
&
amongst indistinct shape, illusion - self-consciousness of
appearance; figures building themselves in open clandestinity... what
can be seen is skin
what
persists will not survive; what survives will not persist;
self-destruction makes weigh, anchoring graphical exaggeration
enigmas
fill gaps; worship follows; then sentimentality
a
new boom sweeps across a narrowed sky
take
cover with your ears
*
unwanted
tv images
make
up and plastic
paint
and lighting
schmaltz
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