"Literality is vertiginous, like
the kind of double-barreled tautology it produces."
— Emmanuel
Hocquard
Across the bow,
a cut in ailment, mercy. Burdened,
tabloid-tone,
undone. This dawn
unwinds, horizon. Summarize:
elegiac. Time’s
nostalgic schema, bends
a yellow shadow.
Beds: each thing
a shining tone. This breach,
this beach,
unblurred. Withdrawn,
and monstrous. Hideous, at first.
And later, clarifies. Unbuttoned,
arisen from the language. Literality
is vertiginous. Quote.
A silence, cut through
space.
space.
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