repercussions six [2013]

  when happenstance wracks the colors     abandon

this magnetic compression attempts the slightest

hemming     its innards an ingestion of heft

but what is terminal is temporal     right

or is never threading the tongues of firmament

edgeless throttles moonrise into ridiculous

syllables     (monuments blunt with whispering)

and algebras bronzed     auctioned off from octaves

manifest an architecture of forgetting

            occupied     this quitting might die into type

but     trimmed into diminishing numerals

it will cycle     flinching through its justices

and I is blasphemous     and an assumption of

practice     and I is wishing satisfaction
            were a gust     or the burnt end of a jackass