Monday, 7 March 2022

'stance light end'/ 2018


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...what from in realms of...once forgotten ever a-bask in night whereof until...

...collapse of eye of lungs torn to shreds by the dogs of speech...

...closed upon what cold waters to meld which or other climb till nothing ever stance light end...

...a feast a famine...stretch of null broken only by deprived locked under by the flesh of silence...

...ever-was before until where shadow beats as of the pulse in the skull of dreaming next till wind’s escapade...

...severed eclipse what sung from ever-long shadow of...defile it sacred no nothing of in the fleshed cold

weight of desire a broken object a child’s toy a nothing a memory...

a forgotten trace where once was never of the no not frozen as before where the closure lights of gleam rot down to the collapse...

...of bitter sting astringent atrophic closure of eye bound by light yet ever to flail in sicken all-all dredged...

...exposes the sun of laughter wiped clear a sheet of blank ice through which nothing can be revealed a...

...room a circuit wire subtle struxture of vein till overlay of broken blood a wall of flames as if to that whatever was...

...burned till disregard colors eradicated blank black waste nothing of closes the fist around the pulse beat rhythm...

...nothing less or other to observe a tourniquet of steel blessed of the absolve from weightless obsolete stance light end...

...stripping away the fluorescent nothing on of gilded skin where the lapse is of the here nor there in-dreaming next of non-being...

...some distance to eradicate where the razor teeth of excise burn black no forage ever of...

...in the stripped colossus of blind weight a frozen where sacrosanct is...

...the taste the withering hour a no not a breakage shattered of where what collapse nothing of the matter...

...no not was keloid collapse into where to having once bled sudden final ache of the once was no not ever

blinded by sleep & prolapsed lock & the bind of shadow-like...ever where what in of this stance light end

burrowing into whereof where collapse is blind meat sickened nauseous disregard...

...what of in that remarked upon drag drag of the hilt to follow through the canine of absolve was less than ever of...

...where taint is to of to waste subtle as a death knell a ripped solace ever if cold as once as was climate colorless

a forgotten sun stitched closes birthing nothing but...

...where once was dim extol from the light the excess of nothing ever of closes the eyes the eyes snapped shut to re-stitch no not ever of...

...till speaketh what once a...stun tread a closure...a nothing more than...

...more than a nothing of stun closure tread stance light tread a filament a drift of locus where zero point ever-if cold depth regardless bitten flesh...

...all having as of this is merely a...sarcophagus tint & the blood astray in the bush what hand...

...nothing as of once before where hyenic cries deepen listless shadowing to meld throughout...

...dense the eye astray given to fail where retrospect no otherwise bedamned broken amulets & shattered stone nothing of till final as of if nothing more...

...shattering an a of broken valves of echo-if collapse in the without...till what of it final a...

...forgotten ever-of until passage of final memory of...tourniquet of blessed steel an abort stripping asunder from lapse what lack to trace...

...it undone in the filigree moment whereof what pitch stitch of the redeem...

...base waste useless null a vast expanse of bound bones clutch for nothing ever...

...as if there ever...stance light end...

...of till what spillage closure of the wound relapse counter-colour never of in the flame that balms yet never solace ever...

...dry dry what of it till what part fraction weight of the +3 nor +1...

...denizen of shit where all wept is the closure tongue of absent lights...

...till nothing of was of the once more collision premise nothing of the spinal foreign final...

...warped limbs to carry out of which density of the rind the weight of the closure wound relapse uttered once more...

...retrospect no otherwise...crack a bone...till sudden disparage of...nothing fragrant of ill-spoken treasury...

...a dead hand calmed by the unwritten the unsaying the night of all unredeemed...

...eye falls a sunder eye is the wreckage of the long cold distance breaking upon as if to utterance...

...nothing of the callous taint in the eye peering inwardly forgotten abort long skull of dis-shadow bleed of the mark taken tryst of desire’s chalice...

...eye knows no longing of the central desire where color chase of vibrant meat is the...

...foreign as all as was aside cold spasm of weight lifted to the sky-hilt of tangential dreaming...

...as if unto or out of where mockery else breakage limb warp cold tongue of the warp wind hollow...

...exhales the shit of night tastes dim what of till nocturne bite what wind extol laughter all the while...

...viper sickness in the assassin concrete silhouette the naked light extends as if to say that it...

...stance light cold end of nowhere onwardly devoured as if to sicken where the fucking hour is of the long dusted shadow of to bleed where nothing weight...

it or what no matter still...broken body fleshed what will...

...in the eye of what will shatter-long as long adrift in colors shaded from view some distance to tread...

...stance light end...obsolete...breakage night what of till follow on from unto nowhereon collapse eye dim naked as of silhouette disregard...

...where nothing of in a traipse a colorization of acrid meat irredeem...

...stings just a little beknown what of in spasm lock listless to divide where or other than the vocal broken body of none of the divide...

...till carry on where nothing of burns just a little as of cool flame lock stun forage of divide whereof...

...echoes inwardly in the reek of speech unclaimed never of the other of than of the inwardly other than of bespoke

cold colors the lightning clears the sky & is of void breakage scattered the light coating the flesh in a film of obsolete no not a trace of...

...nothing fragment of ill-spoken travesty...dense white edge eradicated colourings breaking from marrow taint what syllabus...

...it is once & once only it is nothing claiming for the wreckage to follow...till die a little else worming into the rat of being...

...stillness to gather in corrupt light endless nothing of which till now & hereafter...broke bone stylus...

...piss for blood...dense wind to clear the night no not ever of...till all of the dead what spillage nectar of...

...in the night the whereof what will till closure next till then what forage ever if until now what spoken headless

avowal nothing of to echo blind weight a trace of the devour shuddering in speech the teeth extracted closes the

wound till gift of speech reclaimed dead hence nothing of till matters none...stance light end...    

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