to a finality of snuff, but eternity in eddying, or laps in water,
breath expelled under a surface, uncertainty of light; an
Imperceptible drifting along a wall and imperceptible cosmic
turning, a breath in, a faint itching along the skin over the
muscles in a back, my back, a back that maps pressure from
a supporting wall. A shadow of time, ticking, traces its own empty
analogy, empty movement, a face of inevitable death and slavery
to production and social reproduction. Rain is throbbing life steadily
against a roof drawing on, across eternities of soft air, greening light,
light paling, goldening and warming, skin through darkness and auras.
A washing through the hour, the hour washing through us, edges
never exact or quite clear, ticking rapid ticking over and alongside.