Er, I've not much. Mostly 'tis scraps everyday and musings, and the things that come out are image as much as meaning, or meaning without the dome of any sort of illustrative imagery. And nothing will be finished, here, I suppose--merely tossed off, and sometimes impish.
First day though...something, da? Oy...
1 April 2008 a fragment.
Cartilage connections--
directionless, disconnect--
and having discarded bones
[structure so old-fashioned]
we sit within our own
motion stopped; commotions dropped--
robbed of volition
and rot.
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