Light walking a shining pearlised
sheer sheet, glass damage &
irrelevant intent skimming across a
density of insufficient resistance;
an increasing cold red mid-range
whining of contemplative satisfaction
plus a four-dimensional ring of
anxiety over unmade travel arrangements
drifting over slowly wriggling legs
sticking out of a bin, feet in wet bed socks -
opening out a damp and shivering rent
in soft blue-grey air, self-care and self-
identity are tending to shimmer from the
edge and then inwards - and then out,
and, suffused with lust, the bright light
is full of saliva and electrical muscular impulses.
Skin greasing dirt onto paint: a dull
smear, a shining through a diamond-
hard temporal absolute, run through
with lurid impossible colour, infinitely
parting with Planck-length cracking,
a movement to alpha centauri via every
route along and out of the way; a fingernail
scraping away a layer of skin inside a
limitless ricocheting hail of waves/
particles/strings and a door swingiing
through blocking and unblocking,
a dull shine passing back and
forth across a satin surface, dimmed
slightly briefly every apex, an interference of
dirt greased by skin onto paint.
Across a red brick wall a little winter light will
fall successfully, wriggling to it in many billions,
processing the problem of a world like a
universe in which it exists. A problem that
subsists. A brief morning folding onto a past morning
and a sharper, harder light. And when light lifts away
and darkness rises from the asphalt and pavements,
bringing coolness and the scent of living
flesh, an undulating and a fizzing starts that is
loving every connective glance of a
living collective joy in a heart of matter, a
rapid gesture of an appendage that draws through
another space, another substance and every
molecule of every mode, a gesture of defiant joy.