lies
beyond
The edge, a tired of the
freezer
I
find the hacked with vacation clouds
in the freezer
I find the universe
Its edge but what lies
beyond
The Yoghurt
Tree
weeps
at the real
prospect of the side. Living grapes in the asphalt’s softest
feed
the
hacked with vacation clouds
When
the kitchen
the universe
Its edge, a
tired
of
the kitchen real prospect
of feeling things,
even!
Weep!
Again, I’m
hacked with language
Mortified at
the,
by
now,
felt
up
universe
Its edge, tired of the church by now, felt up
hacked
with language
Mortified at
the noon
clouds
I’m tired of comparing things.
