A windowless eye to black-out beautiful nothingness
[note the disappearance of a body
the mute God calls into soil]
Time & space cannot forget the brown root (hold me)
or conch (unheld) or in suspension, the ripe apple in September,
like dew, turns downward. Panic is produced
in the breath, born, expires as aftermath fires enraged,
bellowing text
in the throat
--------- tongue holds the presence of isolated spit
[she loves the pronunciation of quiver
small vibrato
an avalanche
formed in the slits her eyelids; staccatic dance]
…the awakening of a film occurs
