1
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
2
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.
Terror
Isn’t a dirty word.