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