oblivion in 
a Siberian winter. 

the ice :: glass. 

I see everything 
everything sees. 

a mammal rouses at the end 
of the Holocene. 

its tongue presses 
to the roof 
of its mouth and clicks. 

eve beheaded.

how lapsed grief is, 
a circle a circle 
never escaped. 

I go to no one, 
dark space, twilit 
speaking to no one. 

I travel to the coast, 
to an amphitheater of grayness. 
waves 

come onto 
the crag, white-blue
spittle.

the venue of execution. 
teeth glide.

the sea is no sea 
a mirror.

futures refracting in the rip. 

I catch.
I incise. 
I keen. something 
will die. 

by tuesday I’ll be 
yet another homunculus, 
another ragdoll.

time topographical in its rise and fall. 

cold wind. valley, valley. 
sand dunes in exodus, 
shifting in a dream. 

lavender light 
little lit like I go 
to the shore an x 
at the lungs 
of sex and vexed 
and exhalation. 

an egret burns 
manna. futures grit 
on my palate. 

salt sparks. 
is desire sight. 
is suggestion. 
another way to kill. 

what waves. 

every tongue a click 
a prophecy.

the body is beautiful work. 

I am never going to be 
never.

all I am is happening. 

be hold, I said. 
be held.

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