documented verve confounds us into slots of hours of bytes:
your thingness ever smaller when you reach eighty packaged
into segments, film-splices showing the glamorous colours
we invented a cure for in the 90s: & ideas well are shrink-
wrapped into your stupid outburst (pocket-size emotion).
past to belie story; always is maybe best. old light is a scent
at times & more wandering demonstrates intractableness,
her first love, after saying when will exciting come! was i broken
into a nobody? breathe my blind &gathering hillside now it’s
like midnight on tv – sections to preface everything, old-age
looking tonight falser than east is difficult, wrecked like paths
between ferrous outcropping (who means what, eg or etc).
sleeping through travel or hardening foreshores. in fifth-hand
suits we sacrifice all can-do, holiday, nightly miss the sun –
a didgeridoo clambers muffled to a stop. every silence is pesky
since time through splendour, mornings here at one hundred,
abandoned minerals stirred into the burgeoning sense of sanity.