unsmack
fabulous silence to surprise a muscular liver its dark vermicular
volume penetrable
the rest of your body as corporeal as it is hidden but they swabbed for my fingerprints anyway tho’ topologically nothing has changed
two vessels have sailed inside each other and not foundered were not wanting words like
architecture covered by emptiness
but we’re not empty nor invisibly cloaked nor not nothing we’re every bit
extended
into fuzzy full and instant relation relative
to almost instant reconformation but otherwise as timeless as this improbably romantic hermeneutic
its emptiness divined from the sores of old text scored by my pen
into my skin my true memory store
my motionless microcosmosis-within notwithstanding