In a course of life. A scoured eyesight unsettled, slowly extracting
Slowly extracting a head a prickling palm of a hand. Arresting. In dark
dirt. Hard dirt. Torn suck hole. Scoured. Scoured, pouring slowly.
Parallel dizzying turns sucking heartguts, cool cloth drifting across a
calf. Pandemoniacal, airborne, swarming drifts of particles, vicious
affirmation of despite & bracing. Loveliness under a skin, exhaling streams
of smoke & there, the imaginary faciality of searching & constructing despite.
That primitive anxiety, a mop of whitegrey hair emerging from a slowly rippling
plane of life & continents of sublime & blasted dreariness, dramatic invigoration.
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