eye

a long flat horizon
in the crosswire
the blood fever
of the now - to run and

quiver

under a hollow sky
the eye has a tendency to trace out imaginary
lines concentric
circles the difficulty of the
"without" this esoterism
seems strange - suspect two
concurrent desires divide
these formal analogies
wander
from place
to place

oh fuck it call it shaking in a
corner waiting for the pistol
crack I'll be going up in
flames long before
the money runs out never
was
much
of a looker

anyhow

unaccountably
cups the earth
the number
of spheres assumed by
Fracastoro was therefore 8
carrying the stars
and planets
6 for the daily rotation and
precession and 1 sublunary
sphere it abounds in the
sensible world I must have
known the tripwire was
always going to be

there the comet's tail is
turned away from the sun
always the sun is
always
sun
in
the
density
of the universe
no galaxies survive
the acceleration disperses
matter more efficiently than
any gravitational attraction
can you've been reading that
damned fat square book again
or intelligent beings cannot
exist unless dominated by
mathematics in the last
analysis physical phenomena
which exhibit such a sensitive
response to changes in their
starting state are called
chaotic and if I may be
candid under the singular
beam of each star all the
elements are enumerated
separately that is to say

one at a time

the distance is immeasurable
these metaphysical
disputations seem
extraordinary I have looked
at the stars so hard they burn
and still

I want the salt the sun can't
give to me life takes too long
occasionally
because my origin is so
and so
I am just

a thought in contact
with

being