first
cervix of light first
approximation of divinity
trace us a common towardness
not yet petitioned
angel of my eye apparent
ascend the paranoia clocks
seize each fold each aisle
an arm met an absolute lullaby
yield to her yawn
coxswain swerve & spin a choral
of commonplace
then let it dry then left
awareness in complete rivers
site of imaginary architectures
I am an inflection not a philosophy
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