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a child cut through, arriving somewhere in the strictly yesterday whose eyes tracked steam and unlaced memories of possession.
[animals eroding past everyone else. in the background: disintegration loops] corpus luteum
Apples grew around maggots and maggots held each other. Singing appears in the cores of apples. Harmonies made stars, apples fell like stars in autumn and broke open. I know someone who flew as the apples fell, watching trees shed fruit and then leaves, and then snow. He flew over one time France, the reformation, one time Swedish war, one time North German confederation. Probably broad shouldered and wondering about the orchard and snakes, if the maggots returned to their apples.
Glands broke dawn. Dawn was surrendered in yellow
The space was surrendered in cool dark waters, running bright, mottling brown. The lining sheds and languor builds. Grace is left and center and right and taught me knots. She hallucinates me every twenty-eight days and I’m disemboweled. Discharged. Boiling in order to sanitize.
It is common for the dreams to not end and last night we filled Ursa Major with c’s and h’s and t’s and the sound a throat makes when the letters are lost.
Some remember to set a bucket under their heart or womb and empty it everyday and some keep hands cupped or point fingers at each other and let drops fall between, wondering if the drop formed before the channel or if the tension of two fingers in an almost posture of almost creation mobilized currents. There are 60,000 miles of blood vessels and an uncertain millions of miles of river and each mile starts and ends below ground below skin as a tributary as a mother stream as a mother’s egg. Water falls felled water, energy levels crashed pooling below the grandeur of the river who knows how to bend without searching for center.
Day three: Baseline levels / Spirit eats beauty
These are the walls we’re offered:
We came forward on a clipper ship
the fire on board roaring into fires in the home.
Explain to me this building which bore me land not my own and a name not my own.
The womb contracts… to forget? the womb contracts… to expel? The womb signed a contract..
I come from a line of happily married couples, and most of the women were berated to a pulp living internal life aquatic.
But they were such lovely automatons.
