A vague dream.
A memory beneath a heaped clutter of more urgent recent things and endeavors...
some fucking notion of a black and white book from my childhood.
"a point significant"
significance a dance a circumstance a point simple static
irrelevant
erratic
embossed leather?
Raised, brown with rubbing on the extremes
or was that a fucking belt? knuckles of an adult in bleeding fisheye Vivitar fade?
some nightmare port-man-toad-load inelegant and muddled
...these degenerate afterbirths...?
where I get that Wiggins turn of the screw is only from within
like everything "creative" I spew that burns my skin and erases my own features
an acid attack invisible and self inflicted mid-commute
It's how I got schooled: This is Vanishing 101
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