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Inverse Blankets
compensation blankets
barrier the solitude
cold air :: we are aware
that skin is unsuitable ::
we are a perfection :: the mass
of an ego returns
#DIV/0! :: and we understand
we are not portioned ::
we stop without
an inverse because :: the temperature
flesh of particles brush against
our faces :: there
is a meaning to the gradients
of numbness :: there
is a reason we force
a smile into
the darkness :: there
is a proof that expresses
elasticity in dead things
Bloat Textures
logarithms dampen
the charting of failure
better than
forgetting :: images
and imaginary are
acquainted with fragile
scribes :: textures
without paper
keep overlapping :: there
are still places
to hide where only noise gets through ::
the labels of a figure
referenced
on a close page are still
displaced from context ::
we know what to do
with that :: a body losing
itself in bloat and again
out of it can still be linear without
picking
sides :: maybe it’s just
easier to break
things
Grope Commerce
maximal wavelengths grope
into dark spaces :: barriers
acquainted with leaky persistent
otherness remain ambient ::
pitch events ego the gaps
within noise :: the binaries
of consciousness that resist ::
the casual
gradients of moment :: the abrupt
cleaving of :: movement
can seem involuntary
until we remember it
is more likely redundant ::
even if we don’t remember
it :: the machinations of
commerce the transports of
worth :: we are reminded
daily that we are
intrusions :: the silence
is stark and temporary :: we
detest the sounds most
similar to us