Undertorn: the fading past tenses of thought—the last traces, stillborn (the last lesson, untaught)—the elisions and lesions, and
rogue elements underfoot, under orders, a concentric intent...In mandated silence or tandem accretions, in random encounters: forced luncheons, late meetings--frontloaded brute instincts and formalized greetings...the same brittle sound, endless, unrepeating--the same brittle wound, unstaunched and still bleeding…the same brittle sigh from a suspect terrain...the breath last refracted (though the breathing remains) ...and the same brittle answer embedded in stone—the same staid refusal,
the same broken tone...all those floaters and converts, all those drowned who bemoan he blade of that fisherman's knife lately honed...the spurious waves, with directions ingrained, all borders transform—all points slowly drain, all lines reconfigure,
supplant, or suppress, the wake then created, that serpentine dress—(under threat of repulsion, or threat of duress)...a hand-woven guile long since sanctioned by rite (by turn first submerged, then subducted from light)…The recursive confinements...on white-caps, entoss’d; beliefs through strained filters; strains believed long since lost...though no sign yet remains of that coruscate fate which all, did once, in bridled hunger await...with soft-pleated tissue, eyes ringed with corpse-kohl, beyond hope of redemption, between coral and coal...in stagnating heat fields, through fields compromised—those vanished field agents, that fatal reprise...of reference shorn, points of contact immersed...points of a compass in transit—ancient ley-lines reversed or rechanneled; reclaiming, with damp lover’s hands, lost sectors, refurbished—all those ducts, all those glands...all that magnetic motion, now fallow and spent; troughs of progress regressing, a just recompense for the hordes that still hunger, all those masses who yearn—an indentured detritus—indistinct, lacking terms, lacking form, losing substance, leaking fluid and hope for the day’s fresh commission—for the right brand of rope to acquit to the branch, to conform with the grain, to adhere to the shards that still circle the drain—
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