but curry stirs
scaffold sunlight crawls iron cyst
usurp star gibbons
FOREVER starting again, having to go back to the last place you remember: isn't this the law of flicker-self? Why do you imagine it is ever any different?
Negligence is an army. In this landscape of futile guideposts, language itself is only the pointer, perhaps, to what should have been the in-between places.
And philosophy moves like another such caped crusade, multiplying shadows in its war against the tendency to flicker.
diagram including you
and form slipping habitat
diagram bold in its faith
black plutonium cargo
diagram burning ions
spiral my long story wood