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Dissociate

              how the moment
seems so much
                             longer
                                            more in-depth
        increasing
                                  in silver
                twilight                     
      he knew
          how to ride                   the winds
                               of words
  he knew
              he was never
  goin’ back                                           to that
                                                                 god dang

Far on the south
   side of the war
        machine, in
                a restaurant
   in France,
         with a date
                who doesn’t know
                         her black dress
        is visible from here
                         through the zero zero
                              capsule he ate
                                      nine hours before
                                            the wine—still
                    not enough time—
            the fan blowing
       on my face
in California

  

Psithurism

                      you’re hygroscopic
non-existent                              amplified
                               distorted

                        you’re thinking
  about trying                           not to fall
                           there you go

                       you’re up there
    sleepin’ in                            the pines
                                 still

                     you’re mesheyed
meandering                             clicking like
                               a lock

                           you’re me
             I’m you                  there is nothing
                           we can do

                        you’re a hang
               drum                      playing
                           with itself

                       you’re a long
winding stone                  staircase
                         in the dark

                     you’re ten days
          of rain                          to replenish
                           the well

                     you’re above
the fog line                      you’re a sexton
                    and the brine

Cogsock

Attach numberpacks
                             to the superbank
                       loopshine on
                                                   the skull
                total grindlight
                          eight finger
buckshot
                     ..                           speak up
                like a laser
       who cares
                                      toetap
             the busmurm
                                                             get up
         to what you will
                         before they
                                                  tacks attached
       piano keys rapt
  uptwist the knob
           send it scattershining
                                                      back, I
                   don’t
        believe
             it, no
      I
never will

           it slides
  down the neck
                            goldspins
a gearwalk

Amblyseius

       Spherical
steel cage
    on a chain
you hold
       what holds
me here
    surfacing
depleted
       for a vortex
of honey
    at midnight
condensation
        forms
between this
    and a few moths
the new moon
       is near
no matter what
    it’s swirskii
’cause fear
       eats the
one thing
     you came
here for
        on a wing
of silk
     on a wind
thru an open
        window

Evan’s spiral

Then I wonder if it could go like this or if I’m
                                                                          just
this all there is the bones and                digging
is                                          bananas          myself back                                     on                    deeper
coming                                display              down
really                                    organic                the
we               darkness         tech                   page
are              the                    does             another
forward     in                       not                    blind
it                 there                forget               curve
is                out                    does                      no
or               see                    not                    maps
up              you                   falter                    out
it                do what again turn                    here
is                                                                     going
or left skip can we London it’s like way the all

Isaria fumosorosea

                 it came in
on a chamelaucium 
wind

  how we always thought
                  it was ending
        we knew it must

         how many times have you died
    to wake up                      

        how many times have you
always do

                           cordycep lungs
                             phase change
            between disappearance

            enveloped in a web
            casket of mycelium                         yeah

                           distill the spirits down
                                           and apply
                                        the substance of death

          tickles the inside
            of your nose like wasabi
      when you do it right