o urs co(i)l lapse; con
vex then cave
ga(s)p(e)
your rigor
o us respect
fullness
I so tropic
a tonal shed
ding
you my
ne me
sis
mo(o)n, soon.
(H)ours
I sain’t
no fell ate
ser(e) ration
is n’t it chas(t)e
as Ra b(id) bits
yo(ur)re dress.
o un I (in)verse
e motion re
collect
ed
in(transit) Ive
tranquil
it
y
lament ate
lament a©tion
scar red sat is
fact
ion
ziss ist gorge us
scat te red shat
ter
red
his tor yr ack-
count is’n(’t)
our ears
fo(u)r ye(a)rs
U ma(I)d
wars
Mars bars
o ur way to tear a form
take a letter, Dick,
‘tater
y r der(ill)ric(t)ks
a form(ater) rape
tear sup
a black lake
1 comment:
A wonderfully fresh feel to this. Visually exciting too. Almost as though image falling out of words, words forming an image. Very striking!
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