hurry, tense to steel before the pen touches, tense, tense. constant nude, hurry, there’s anything and anyone there, in the wardrobe of your eyes. my camera is saying go out with dignity. yes there’s armor no won’t sink you don’t be petty about it. you gonna, you gonna?


























no no you got it wrong we have to panic before we absolve anyone or sit and breathe with the broken candy of it all. you have to run for your life as if it wasn’t already over, don’t you think it absurd when you’re on miles and miles of cloud and he’s behind you, the towering angel with cotton in his ears, in blindfolds, how he takes only one step to cover your hundred, do you think he’ll ever need to catch his breath. if death bleeds you as you’re dreaming like a needle stalked through the mind, and you feel another blade slipping down to touch the teeth of your spine, sweep and jig and run along, let it unzip everything, cut in half, the hemispheres hardly prised but giving themselves over, blurting out their contents:



















imitation gold. lapis, brine, the glowing map. a ball of rubber bands which was which was the sweet suffering of all hands.



















breathless fast, you had a particle of angel in you running, hardly knew its own scale against anything, but it ran before you and cast your time receding like a silhouette, amazed by how far behind.











































that particle, that beat of silence, pinched laugh, a likeness to everything else. did you live up to it? did it leave you too alone? i don’t know either but now now you’ve landed here, damaged goods. so you gonna do it in the right order, strong thing, open bag, you still gonna run?