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


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