11 February 2025
whoops, I think I’ll completely rewrite this
and the keys come falling down
the illusion of proscenia, mythography, the scattering operatic urgencies, the Place Vendôme, the (somewhere else), the autumn leaves, (etc.) the pianistic
uterine
aria jazz
then the midnight compensation, to know
you will be operated on
cut open
entered
a species of ultimate
rational
intimate
itinerary
technical
cut, it’s a triumph
of removal, replacement, repair
there is no existence extant
that is not
on the other side of this
(warming)
and
to think:
nothing has changed
[so love one another add love to the earth]