your upward incision Helter, than confidence and my hair have
eroded (escaping the destiny of human instinct) speculum reflection
from serpent eyes or as the trembling foot on the wire. you are my
arm, said me, chanting delicately Digit, digits, digital, digitalis,
Highlighting and underlying my deep insignificance, into the waiting jaws of
the fire ants massaging my left heelcallus life's modes swing
through my unconsciousness which was aching with
Well, sort of like your uncle, rather,