the
art is becoming its ambition—
the
sage at the fount,
ripples
tearing into space,
static-repulsive,
attractive, indifferent.
social
arithmetic.
snakes
in drawers.
composed
imbalances.
a
flitting animus, anima, sounding
deeper,
remaining in a cocoon, art
has
silence.
by a
dusky moon, siphoning souls,
life
as a vampire, a thirty-year old, in
a nine-year
old body.
it
seems virtue is defined, as with
leniency,
many have become realistic.
oh
spotless person, oh lonely person,
try
to elicit approval.
the
little girl made a slingshot,
defying
an axiom,
most
of existence is an aphorism.
