proportions of a giant in monument valley

inside the bottle with the ship were several Drowned sailors elegy acts on inward skies what you imagine about radio waves these elegant machines bend sinister sentience itself, disordering of the senses, sentimental disgust, disuse, unease by palliative measures supply sufficient echoes to eliminate our organs scattered bones prove the date of the body they are rexed beyond the farthest shoal consumed by a mosaic, a forest of saltshakers an obstinate minor puzzle at my bidding everything is procedural a relative view is counterintuitive, journalism is not written by journalists the diaspora was juggled, then slain intercept a preferred designator a kernal, a Trophy low birth fashioned a hallmark swagger to replace geometrical dreams with scant leviathans: is this an improvement? where is the life that later I led how to account for the strategems, in what I am weakest exemplify I am departed, protean twinned stick figures cut up drawings with scissors, put the pieces in their pockets, confidence in shapes . . . this picture is not very accurate inner turmoil is as oblique as how fair realism fares the objects of its attention; externalized or just compacted to a fêted untouchable Vitamin doll exception spines boundary what kind of skirts are outskirts a primitive, endangered mahogany mask, a convict’s garb, soil cleared from weeds. these teeth sown won’t become full grown: prey talks foreign; heads hang in the halls. habit is only two dimensional, as with any tool barbarous cattle, drudgery of ammunition, improper use of artificial blue collars I died of foliage; I died of typed patterns on carbon paper; I died of a chief delight. fare thee well, crackpot. I break a sweat, the dish is still cold read my Palm, do what it says it’s time that we get up on all fours