climbing the invention of Heights and Depths
as if every catastrophe were a kind of monstrous tree
infinite arborescence of terror: the geometry of vertigo
the anxious attention to Respiration destroys Language
while the flesh persists in crawling through raw wood
the effort of climbing hides flocks of phantasmata
Angst builds nests for red vultures and red oranges
all fruits are purely acid during my
Arctic Winter
I cannot ignore the exact time
when the Grammar collapses into the root
these carbonized roots or breasts of mine
discovery of absence
(Hypermnesia of the instant-vortex
when I cannot recognize the face and tonus and style
of these whirlwinds of mine)
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