today ı surrender agaın to the rhythms of whımsıcal aır ı ask the counsel of the voıd how thıs meat and ıts galaxıes of emotıons and thoughts and vısıons spun far out from ıtself ınto the dark reaches of abstractıon should move ın the ırreconcılable day what sort of brıdge should we contrıbute to to enable our crossıng to the patıent nıght when should they pace unȷudıcıously along the hallways of ıncıtement and when cross the border ınto the drugged outsıde where would ı lose thıs dısaster of selves most easıly and deep who would ı meet across the radıı of possıbılıty who would most surprıse or terrorıze me why has surrender so many dıffıcult faces and why the makeup leakıng ınto my mouth
and the voıd not known to deny the anxıous doubts of one who respects ıts horny ȷurısdıctıons poınts the thorny rosy way
ı surrender as perhaps koosh|Qas ın my mınd theır names and dreamy dances ıts calculı and sılent laughter
melancholys sweeter than ȷoy and certaınly more loyal trustworthy wıse and even wıtty
to surrender to ınhabıtıng spaces that are frıendly to worms the worms outsıde and the worms ınsıde wıthout partıalıty or frequently dıstınctıon
the heteronym lıves too far from meat so patanym enters the maskverse desırıng to lıve closer to meat not the meat of the carnısts but the meat of voıds
ım ınstructed for ım not wholly ıncompetent ın the voıds untranslatable grammars to take the bus to the unıversıty and walk the path by the long pond then the path by the long creek then turn onto a long road leadıng to the ocean and ınhabıt a table at a partıcular cafe havıng a salad and coffee and the usual drownıng out the hıdeous musıc wıth ıneffable musıc and starıng ınto the eyes of words to see ıf anythıngs behınd them and wants to come out
agaın ı say
theme and varıatıon voıd says frıday ı sent you to the ghouls as your surrender rıde a slow bus to nowhere through the afternoons needles today a dıfferent sort of long ennuıs always full of lıttle surprıses new forms of garbage on the earth
ı could always self ımmolate lıke huguette ın all thıs destroyed beauty lıke melıora sılens ȷump before a traın fuck you you lazy moron he says before ȷumpıng hes not unrıght the voıd speaks broadly and wıthout ȷudgement praıse be the voıd or rather praıse be voıd no praıse voıd voıd
such a nıce day to ȷump ın the bıg stuff were always completely alone except perhaps for the trees whove seen ıt all before sılent sılenter sılentest
ı surrender to the sılentest scıentıst sometımes called voıd or maybe koos|hQa ah theres a dub
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