Somewhere in the history of chewing
gum
the oscillation of molars
Involuntary vision
separates form & concept
In the dirt collector’s dream
little nouns aerate soil
What does not kill
brackets us one bug at a time
Improbable but with full
orchestration
At ease with unease
Only the dead know nothing
what is it to live
to block the thought that arrives
to sustain affirmative
forgetting
Rushing station
to station
to lose the habit
one pays to acquire
so-called histories
with the more musical names
Rumba or Cha-Cha
Rhomboid dream whose felt operands
map out incongruent math
to clear Parades of equations
How sound rises to swallow thought
The weight of the tongue a
tourniquet where
words check themselves at the door
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