walking this day backwards :

re-enter

sleep as rising :

given the dream has not

skin nor

substance

bridgeless

vacant din shoved of wood and a room scaled cowboy size . can’t weight it down . blear crossing to bartender . table murmurs . steak knives .

legful ache of scowled bees .

singing might help .

this holding an axis by walls and . edges shred up misplacing objects . stop . my ear to window in snakeskin boots reach through floorboards fusing . stop it . where all this wind . make out no fury no sight and caught .

a gravity .

focal shifting

of

“it’s okay because once I had to be this for you.”

to be quiet precious / or bright and less life-like

stop .

this is a kind of falling

stop .

anti-performance . not wanting . this . no

but all the same began

stop .

you don’t see”

she said “it’s okay because“ the voice not

coming in clearly spinning generates a silence

between shapes of

torso and light

folding

[ (stillness) + (pressure) ] / (axis) = rotation

[ (s) + (p) ] / (a) = r

question : so when did this begin?

answer : a day ago last year or before no time there is you must understand in finding the hidden room a way out of and this was between ours with light more open eyes could stand a bigger sun to discover the lower rooms we were this enormous space having lived on top of possibility waiting underground or growing there

question : only rooms then?

answer : no but remember this staircase opened into corridor but not who belonged to it which house and a door at the top of the ceiling she called the portal said I found the portal and telling people made them strange like when I went into it the people living behind shoved at the door not at all friendly and wanting our sides to stay that way and make a word secret to memorize its shape failing in my head we moved into a house without a portal but a window with his ghost coming through to touch my arm that he was not alive but kept his substance

who are you speaking (to)?

we were wrong the whole time

sky being of the thing round

- ness

continues and how suddenly

one might be on a train

distancing a basic frame of geologic marking

and blinking

she said

“I am covered in universe”

without substance (somehow he an unfixture

at the window)

no eyes

but a searing in

all night trying with

who is breathing

breast bone magnesium

fracture

can’t hide it

turning over and again

shot from my back

bear this light