X. asks, “Can we talk about the ineffable for a minute?”
How each day shakes loose from the null of sleep
in subtractive colors: the way we see the spectra of soul-glint.
Or how we prepare tea & rice and [pre]tend the family tree.
O. says, “But the truth is, water falls with the same speed, everywhere.”
Mobius of spare birds
Petal of self—temporary in the fold of
actuary tables of bees and me and mine —
The sad Queen, wildered of thought, does the math:
negative particle + negative particle = nobody will not lend me a helping verb
Razor & rust the axis of be been being
Raveled the world with raven-edged [s]words
“The sad Queen, wildered of thought” Taken from an example sentence in the Oxford English Dictionary entry for wilder.
“But the truth is, water falls with the same speed, everywhere.” Quote from Olafur Eliasson.