progressive action requires forward thinking of the kind I’m not up for without at least three cups of coffee in the morning exceptional weather events putting the kybosh on a quick get-away what hurts most is recognition that the sun will always rise for the time being at least & the true extent of the damage will only then become apparent to those of us who remain to take a stand however useless transgressive bodies resist rupture easy words w/in the bubble the world w/out is dark the sneezing body recoils as a howitzer the message transmitted through prisms of diminishing energy they smite my body w their god incorporating misprision incarnate a chaotic fluid of weather systems entangled data saturation funky architecture prevailing atmospheric do not open this attachment 


 
 

 


it was hardly the most aesthetic of solutions she knew but the bears had been restless that day & the confluence of pride & venality had overwhelmed the pale porcelain deities to the extent that faith always fragile anyway could be had for a handful of dark berries whatever confidence there had been before dissipated like shadows when light suddenly reveals the secret reaches of a room & she sensed it was time for dissembling 


 


 


movement across being also movement towards & 
                     away       perpetual 
                                                               entanglement 
 
for clockwork:       //atrocious              impending 
efficiencies                     of palliative 
appetites       //: erroneous – whereupon 
 
ultramarine in superfluous pageantry 
                                                        to cloak 
a sewer hopeful 
                            the form of the body 
changes as notions of the form of the body 
change                                             anathema to 
                         approach with 
                                                   contrition feathered in 
restive bloodlines reckless or 
acquiescent 
                                                     mapping over tracts of 
                        sufficient illumination: 
                                                                 effluent 
weaving air for maximum reward 


 


 


jackal light is harness is       in between whiles fish 
escape through // harvest bone illuminations: hope 
 
alighting from a hansom cab (just like in those period  
aloft with linen & dowel floating over killing lines 
 
pish she hissed (she’s an old-fashioned lady)       implicitly 
quaint 
           & with a tendency to over-dramatisation she //: 
 
varying degrees of inexactitude of effectiveness in 
handling the material with scary levels of toxicity / three 
 
cameras watching me as i stroll live action streamingcut 
to sleek excuses making my experience richer i hope 
 
you’re fucking bored watching this // what’s currently true 
can only be guessed at

   

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Catherine Hales