I disappear
into a long block I touch dissention—a box with feelings a casket with faces at
a haunted chamber. a clump of pebbles a group of silence so internal such a
scale—to weigh souls to weigh morals to determine ethics. so much mortar while
souls die the vacuum of the vaccine. so accustomed while it’s wild the fret of
some alienation. I see cedarchests as filled with clowns such sorrow in
laughter—to taste nothing or legs tingling while depleted of mercy. flesh
inside out bodies rotten in death the river is moving its whisper. so close we
can’t feel so far we feel too much such dear secrets! the block is empty aside
for kittens as to hear such sounds. the ages are critical a bible is flapping
such pages seeming sanitized. the buildings are distant the feeling is murky
upon a sudden whistle—too enveloped such a cocoon or far across tracks there’s
a couch—a person of some sort, as evaporating with every step. grass is filthy
oil is dripping trashcans are flipped over. such windows such fiberglass a
maddened man in me. by memories to clear vats by sacrifice to alter personality
while many are ruined in those boxes. surefire contempt as assigning souls to
reprobation—too much to chase too little to render niceties while the past is
haunting us. a toilet on a roof a pot with flowers or buildings with a strong
stench.
