...axial pulse what haven of/ night’s bellows clearing the lungs of footsteps taken for the/ as if to/ echo-echo foreign light a-breathe till beckon of/ reductive arbitrary nothingness/ breaking from out of lock the broken light’s collect/ asking of step-step the sheared pulse reduced to the bitter end/ axial dispense/ shattered bone what step/ lightless pageantry of hyenic laughter/ the jackal tears of some aspen foraging in shadow pit of endless abortive night/ abortive of all claims for the/ none else to collect the silent ever silencing/ redundant the/ not a trace remaining but for the on-step of all/ across this/ ice-clad the foreign lack inverted/ all stepped undone/ the back-step gathering the absent of light the broken tears of it/ the flesh to reek in gilt of tint and flowering acrid nothing/ stillness to trace across terse tongue of the malignant eye/ yet non-existent the eye that governs/ speech decadent failing as the sky folds in as of a child’s ribcage smashed in to taste thin lights/ onward all the while/ onward to what of the onward shadow-like/ a taste of sour blood in the mouth from the cracked jaw’s bailing out into/ this is the dead speech/ the lie/ the lack of communicate ever leaving the lack to obliterate/ isolate of/ drunken spasm of/ the collapse of bodily in wilt of screams tracing the walls covered in traces of/ not a chance left now/ yet ever if it were/ so says the else/ the abject lie/spurious as a stitched mouth/ a deadened pulse’s retain...
#10...
...orchard of bled dry/ where from out from which/unto this/ no shelter from the skyline/ none/ the purity of lack/ like a toothless grin emaciating the solace empty of else/ absolute none of which in the scarring of without trace not given-given/ death-dreams of empty shadows/tasteless concrete across the submerged body of jaded words/ bled dry by the shit-toothen mouths of babes lacking the skull’s dismemberment/ the lie aches in every body’s aching/ tomorrow’s absence begged for in prayers from the absent deep/ within walls to burn like excrement in the flame/ drag/ drag/ the pulse all the while is the consistency redundant/ the final edge of whispering unto given back it cannot/ stray light devoured/ sing gladioli/ burning the dust-clad tomes the redundant speech the lack/ blood-spatter upon cracked glass/ the eye of zero tint through which to observe the over-flowing gesture of the dead stun gild/ ripped aside it/ shredded it/ the clenched fist and the bile to spray upon the fissure’s gait what promise from/ all along/ no longer the words the passage through has engulfed and left the stranded teeth of it aching solace disembowelled/ this is the hell from which/ the snapped spinal chord of distances/ pissoir emptiness drifting through amber air what of/ the lie aches in every body’s aching/ in the promise thought of/ pulse-white/ redundant elixir of/ the final of which/ a dressage of violence clearing across the landscape of psychotic benevolences/ in a reek of echoes from ages lost/distances erased/ in the sudden the most adamant...
#11...
...search-lights tomes of children’s scattered bones no nothing/ dry whispered tears unfold in a sarcophagus of in-dreaming else/ as if to beg the question of what speech/ what-speech the dry bones of eclipse/ of the degraded peninsula/ the sun no matter for/ the sky no matter else/ the rummaging in shit-filled caskets of being asking of the promise of no nothing/ashen collect and the eye revealed/ no nothing of/ asks what/ what of/ itcannot no/ runs down the tidal of the arms outstretched to embrace the dead stun disguised as/ the lack is ever/ not a trace of ever remaining/ blood-stained the eyes clear arise to the surface of/ bent light cataracts the escape of love for/ no not the one/ for the all/ a given eclipt/ pulse of irredeemable redundancy/ no nothing/ as if to say/ a sarcophagus of dry whispered tears what matter shed for nothing/ oceanic blood of semblance tasted what what is/ there or/ has of/ lack to taste in the ever-flowing absolute loss of being none/ else what for the matter collective as the fact the shit flows from every arsehole/ love jack-knifed upon the precipice/ upon the collapse the spit of/ bites down/ bitten deep/ flesh what yes/ flesh what of/ the atrophic meat in given being slowly sucking upon the/ nothing to claim/ what of it asks/a tear an egg cracked/ the eye stunned into recognition/ sun what sun of/ there are shards in the dead veins of empty dreams/ this is the now not else/ the stench of it/ it cannot endure it/ it.../ silence all the while/ adrift/adrift/ not a bloody chance left...
#12...
...nausea all/ vacuum of reduct lapse into unto/ words collect the blind bones of solace/ scatter the milk teeth to the dying sky’s reflection/ sudden shadow sharp as shattered pulse/ of the in-breathe lock spilling its dead hours into speeches/ murmurs/ jaded whispers of non-being penetrating the heart’s dissolve/ in reek of pageant none what then/ shard/ discarded ashes/ else picking the stems from the meat flowers of unsolved hours/ solace as if to say that it ever/ reside/ resides/ emptily in the birthing nothing of it/ transparent birthing give or take from what can you if can it/ not a sound left/ orchestrate of blind lights permeating from vortices/ wound deep the sinew’s breath/ till spit of the redeem non-given/ in the being other than no/the being other than of not of else fragmented image kaleidoscope/ all the while the banality of death seeking out the submerged fear/ the pathetic brothel of tears shed in the dark +1/ none/ in lapse/ lapse of/ blood to lack and else to be rid of/ the intrinsic sky within the mind where once there once was/given no/ given yes it/ frozen fucked nights of endless night drowning upon the vapour’s glint/ smoke dusts/ emptied syringes emptied bottles/ scarred meat without origin known the distance traced revealing tint of/ nausea all/ blood to taste/ a throat slashed/ inverted shimmering...
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