[ - S-sampler Blue Batch No. 12 - ]

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[A very old cut-up piece that my friend LaDonna published in her online zine.]

 

turns - intersection with the empty maelstrom – words themselves crush the moment’s anesthesia - more still fruits and common gusts – the central interpenetrating frames of day – these disembodied relationships – to enter the stillness rising – a breeze enters, turns the day i dreamt her eyes, our perfection of the still point, old dreams – the commodity of souls and your innocence, a stranger, anticipates breath – dreaming the eternal, a framed stillness – and of the garden, and within the shadows of twilight and loss, book of perfection, a street frame, her eyes – simpler the eternity and the kingdom – drift down slowly out of a broken region beyond transformation – in the absence of the dreadful human cycle of contempt, spite, into the consuming breaths of god – a framed breath and the solitude, forming cages, my meter and movement – the still point – dream and movement through, the w(eigh)ait under this occupation – into this sketch movement, solitude, performance, and night – facing the fading slope – the birth, i thrust to within the purest state – lend your wavering landscapes to a calm rising breath – blue becoming the broken chaotic fragments of connection

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