Near
unanimity a raised arm producing a space/time place swirling through
an event,
gesture ordering a trajectory
rumbling gut ...
leaving,
the talk is pessimistic and wind ruffles faces turned to each other or
glancing
away in overlapping twists of unease and vague reflective furrowing
over
shivering unrest anger short-sighted grumbling lengthy occasional hair's
breadth
skewer pricks desiring a final fucking downfall of the fuckers and a
spark of loving thrill
The idea
that rain is information is a kind of transcendent nihilistic mystification
and a
scalp feels it teeming among follicles slogans are deadening to her
he's
feeling a force of tradition she's in front of a car looking in a grey light
a thigh
aches shouting somewhere a nose aches cold & brittle lungs she
honours
history but there's a chord of light there's a trembling surface of skin
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