Something stolen about something passing
riding on suffocation
An airless float
These sheets eat to reproduce
Rejecting flakes as repositories
no residue for warmth
I refuse to feel fear
Phases
Faces
All a connection
Everything starts to end
at the start
The burn of the horizon
felt through a quixotic wakefulness
Tomorrow -
A man caged in circumstance
is a man anonymous
gasping a thought for space

All negativity is the smoke held by the
dulled fires of dispersion
Consistency feeding confluence
The mixed character of hopeful testings
The paling of any latitude
Consistency feeding confluence
Trapped in the paroxysm
of yet another trance-formation
trounced-formation
The sourceless vapourings of egocentria
of a decayed aesthete
of no frontiers being implicit
and of consistency feeding confluence.