I go to me a lot to do
something at alewife I
am a new home a
new home a new
home a new home
Everybody starts off looking
like tiny Venn Diagram super-clusters /
Fruit tarts / Quatrefoil windows.
Respect the body, notice this—
All the sensory data moving
wield language as scalpel and kaleidoscope
in that context true but sweeping
science or poetry?
specificity or richness?
They stems waltz in circles
human scale of things
This kind of physical bias
deeply specific
this aesthetic of a new time realm
keep zooming still interesting
perceptual homogenziation substrate
Then at some point yes we get bored
Earthless worthless ellipsoidal court
broken squares drawn in water on dirt streets
a mudthirsty national anthem
looking to buy their way into grade 5
A circle elevated on a flag
A triangle from the nearby triumvirate
perplex the royalty and pierce the peasantry
pile words until it's not a poem anymore
Struggled but have something to start
annotate with fight fight fights
tiny kaleidoscopes in the brain
flower chicken ladybug star snowflake rain