Words by AG Davis
Found
if i had found i would find again
not to find but to expunge and demonstrate that find is over and done with
so we can
not approach finding unless we have found the find in finding which is
a find of this found to that find
and no finding found the find sounds better
to me
than just a found
which is infinitely superior
to just a
find
which is simply dead ( weight
Turn the Machine On
This machine
Making, groups and implants
It turns on
And drifts, up and sideways
Long
Trammeled while imploding
Shifting to dark, matter corroding
Binary flower to three
Coughs up thick syrup and trips back to 0
Undulations of neurons that lead
To a torque of fractions
Tongue
as was saying, none.
it was out, and put on back in, sides placed to
tongue; it is cramping, locking; it is special, finding this here, no
sense, breathing
smart, very smart, as with breathing; it is best, as this can see.
Being pushed, push, not to go.
Either way to either, it is saying either, and that is a way around,
a way around, note wise< >time.
And if under pushes more, there will be a < >
to tell, a very straight< >one in the ground, but see.
This is different too, as this can tell, telling, towards, and will tell
of this, too,< >,
this is best. < >.
Shroud
obtrusive tingling
protruding febrile disconnect
but connected and as localized
concurrently
localization of raw-sensation in visual field
emotions short-cutted, as experienced, differentially
bludgeoning of perception
eyes misled, as w/ all senses (aggregated), bleeding together
malformed, dislocated point expansion
too many shrouds
too many curtains
Collecting
i don’t believe in my mind . . . i don’t believe in yours either . . . i don’t really believe in this mind, collective but shut off . . . i’ve always known hell . . . i’ve always known, but can’t think . . . i’ve always known that i can’t think . . . i’ve always known that you can’t either
. . . i’ve always known this is known that we don’t believe . . . what do you know?
Away
how did you slip away
mountains, tides, solemn electricity, streams,
remorse, the sky, the moon, constellations, air, roads, tunnels::::
emblazoned in my mind::::
the atoms of particulars torpid w/ recreations
parasitic memory
ember roseate dreams
to touch, then awake never to touch again
Lapse
everywhere, disassociation ::: the eye to rebuild dreams never offered:
no real perception :::
lapsing into past tremors; coruscated projections remain a mere sign,
an empty sign; they mislead, as the sign is not signified / / /
baptismal slander / / / intractable synapse / / / pilfered death, as
arranged by the non-eye’s magus . . .
mask due w/ reason fracturing :::
a million shards cutting into nothing; cutting nothing ::: in empty space
a desire that cannot be complete b/c it is hidden and destitute, although
alive just the same
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