What happens when control of the flesh doubles as the State.
Duality aligns our union of suspect gatherings.
Polar to rectangular space, the curved plane
Begets the word. Word as h = m/v
The stone hammer
Isn’t the sentence
But the conscience
Each sentence grows
To begin to
Rewrite time as
Its end must surely meet its opposite
Scatterings join again this land
To myself whom I meet in the director’s chair
Hey there, I say, extending safe union and exclusivity
To my ghost
That can’t penetrate its frame. Whose image
Attaches like a dalliance. But
When someone explodes
my limbs converge. Let
The field principle apply to all rationals.
Isn’t a dirty word.