(hands deep down in vanquish not tarnish) or (the blithe lesson)

Wait, weight. Move inside the swarm you swan, we slither. Under the trees such long to be beeches, beaches and concupiscent wetland. Whose syringe is beauty, emptied in a

vein this beauty to collapse the body, the body after an other is borne of the suckling pond. Yours is, and wears the shoulder of the road in quiet contemplation or big bang.

To ease the eaves in the evening you hold yourself there, where the cement never does cement. All of us eggs in one basket cracking against each other without notice or care,

my yolk your white all the way there. Red riding, red riding, red riding under black moat sky. To drink these days like – vodka, succour, succumb, succubus. Weight, fate. Prove

beside the lurch of the missing sentences, that here is/ that is there is/ that is what is the beauty, capsize when the columbine kills me in the field. Disallowing wheat to wave

wheat must never nod its head must never standard, high heels it wears flats always and silver tapped flat by sun, flat silver lake into which the sun empties bottles of bodies of

rum. Intact you can not say I am not there, I am here. Corner of bliss tastes foam fish gills open close in water, kaleidoscope wheel turn in river, kaleidoscope wheel burn here

on rocks crashing crushing on cliffs. Yours is, all of us red riding over grey boat lie. Such long to be, leeches leave fish alone in favor of long pale leg. Prove me, I throttle I

in the boat of it, moat of it, smote or smash. Thrush, and through the body glass eye peel peers up, the roof of our house now glass, the roads like spandex black forget the guide

book. Hooks the line in her mouth and casts where inside the well reference boils where middy dress unties unwinds in wind, kitewise. Time for tuberoses, ankles. We did not,

we did! Move, inside the swan we swarm in long beaches, whose beauty is emptied in vain, such collapses the other is borne of the shoulder of eaves cement. Eggs against care

riding these days like missing, that is the field, disallowing high flat silver, leaks. Yours is all of us, long to be eyes inside the well. We did, not we did. Weeps, wants, weathers.