#5
...in desolate of plane sublime/ outreach extended nullity of/ shadow’s tint and the collapse of being into/ sudden ash of breath till nothing else of there/ or/ haven drought and the emptied whisper/ the scarring of it/ erased the eye’s beseech caught in snare of traceless breathless foreign/ turns back the in-step into/ reclaimed in none rejecting the else what matter it will/ wills that the/ cessation/ pregnant with the abrupt sudden sharp shrill of purpose emptied/ the pulse rejecting the flesh of stone’s return/ iced laughter cannoning the spoken bleed/ as if to say/ that all that was as if to say/ that it/ collapse and the ungiven trace/ all strung together with the absenteeism as if to/ breathless asking/ nothing will come of it/ nothing else to be done about/ no/ this is the shit and this is the bind to it/ motion unto the absence of motion/ the betterment of absent hours that field the abrupt absence/ the final lapse of being/ having been for nothing and no-one else or of/ in lightless pageant/ unweaving between the one and the other of it/ the collapse of being into/ graven dice and the ocular rove of the eye closed to the without/ jack-knifing on the within...
#6...
...beneath an attribute of unseen sky/ the ever-flow redundant/collective none/ ache/ searing there held bitten as if to say of it undone reclamation never/ bone nights of forgotten lapse/ out-step of breath till breathe returning claim the speech once that ever never could/ blood’s light to task from headless barrage of gild/ the walls turn to dust/ the nullity of flesh as it breathes in a sarcophagus of conscious deliberation/ suicide upon the blade’s corrosive/ ever the pulse-meat of it/ as if to spite the blackened meat of none/ dry earth falling from a dehydrated tongue/ (it was there when left it to be/ drowned out the flame never once having been)/ the night screams yet is silence/ finds ever-resurgence in the outpouring response/ black light/ stripped there is of the belonging trace/no flesh for tomorrow there will be flesh for tomorrow there will be the pulse for.../ cradling the sickness in obsolete/ dry lack ingrained/ rub of salt into the wound what wound this/ blue black blue/ streaks across the sky of the unseen attribute/ design from lapse till else/ as if to/ futile as the womb’s chariot/ into this/ no longer/ the/ redeem long set to blaze...
#7...
...an empty scarification of sound traces across the.../ silences unmoved by utterance/ the ever-return of the pulse to shear the trace from out of its belonging/ guttered by night in the empty actual unspoken reek of decaying words/ blood/ the unweaving pulse stretched before a meaningless sun/ shadows to bare but what of it/ dense as shit/ as coagulated breath/ night upon night there is no.../ not not a.../ foreign convulsive spasm of the murmuring beseech of/ knocking still/ a jocular response of nullity/ (there is no light to see them by)/ no flowers for the obsolete tongue/ ashen the perfumed light of words collected wilt upon the passage of breath of pulse given to/ cessation yes/ bound in/ blackened/ imprint/ impress of none that lacks intent/ night is endless yet/ still yet it will never retrace its steps/ in a delirium of acrid weave the unweaving given to placement/ dead space/ pulse all in a vertigo of non-space/ observing as if will were/ automatically cancelled out/ in the stepping apart from the step that was made/ broken glass/ untold design a snapped neck/ locked to yes/unlocked in the none/ intrinsically bound by delusion or obsolete/ and the in-between/ as if it/ were/ pulse’s motion in the realms of spat speech and worthless entities of breathing meat/stay down/ flourish in the receding flame that never was...
#8...
...ocular roving through corpse of/ blood’s recede/ tidal unto having passed beyond/ asking of till numb from oblivion tide in detritus lock/ shadowy nocturnes/ passage from rot till faculty recession/exhale of dead sun light abounding in a collective obsolete-absolve/ spoken nothing of/ none of/ echo-echo-falter/ trace of the remaining cadaver speech of/ dead silences given purposes/ till shine a light that does not/ steps once more/ all said there is/ nothing having ever there is/ in this/ of or of of this/ the crowded lung’s abound wilt like the death-flowering gardenia to become other than the origin sign/ breaks bone no broken bones/ to get it over with/ and.../ be/ what/ what of/ being what of/ as if to be were something of an ideal/ till dealt of/ by/ no not of the exist yet of the exist/search-lights tracing the shell of the skull’s interior/ all spoken for as ever yet the return to the denuded speech of it/ the pulse forcing the flesh into violent corners/ where all abounds like the fruits of nothing ever having been/other than/ through the ocular roving of spit upon a flame no not a trace/remaining/ what left/ of the now/ winds gathering to eradicate the of what and else and the breathing lung’s nudity of spasm/ as if to say/ no nothing in there turn from steep/ the on-step/ blank stone of eye peering out into unto/nothing more...
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