memory is a catenary desire a
cantilever neither burns not even
in winter the runways of the airport
are being bombed remnants of
live on CNN smoke fills the window
in the television how can one breathe
where there is smoke there is fever
there is there where is there fever
pitch fibre rich meadow saffrons &
one of each & every kind none
of which are the difference engine
ordinate or coordinate emotional abscissa
unlevel a particle playing field
not even whole potsherd left
gone beyond a point mantissa over
you thought it never endgame would
pterodactyls tear out your eyes
& fuck the sockets vacancy filled
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