6 September 2008
(illustrated with an explicit image)
deaf machine
horizon equals
so far sound
the falling
portcullis
the car door
thud
and
amputate
I’m rope
loose
in a bag
I am my neck
before or after
the guillotine
thud
the song
stopped by light
its cross section’s
a circle
a medieval
map of the world
its message equals coherence
as all the worlds
fall flat