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Bericht von Frau Immer

Late day
no one waits for any bus
how come? The sun
is sweet, the street quiet
and dry
I leave and I don't hear the door closing so the mirage of a standing fleshy feeling remains / pendant hands / it comes in gradient circular surfaces this
non numerical rope

the bridge shuts and collapses as the kingdom of the lamb
savory sparks running through the
neural wires
sinewaves so copious, they reach the small ears as well.

Dense time past noon
not a single electron going away
swales
striding swales
months steady
stable routes bite the knuckles of our / pendant hands / I plan my blessings in this uncountable exit this hanging we always glance at amidst its happening
our voices shed
casting castles on our corneas, love
raising the atmosphere over the cloudy minds,

deine
Immer.

#2

Leerraum löscht
die lachende Anschläge
cresc.
decresc.
cresc.
decresc.
cresc.
decresc.
cresc.
decresc.
Leerraum verschlingt
das lachende Ende

spiel und sing
sei vertan
schlaf im
Leerraum
schön

Erysipelas

He blushes when we glance at each other -a really lively Rosenrot
reaching deeper than the shipwreck did breathing comes through rough
an accordion of poverty and the mechanical sound of a massacre
how the skins tear apart how the blood waters the fabrics
ignis sacer a capite ad calcem
will he die of this?

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Pages made of something heavy, could be lead under malachite green
and the backbone of the book is shattered say from reading up
or left open on the bed sipping from the warm lake of alcohol
this vomit of phenol and formaldehyde was from my heart, I would have told him
if he asked of course how the sores erupt shooting spores and toxic
drops straight at the faces of the infirmières? A finger's touch and they explode
as if the infirmières were in a carnal dream of an educated bore
my insoluble substance of affection
settles down in his head.

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A vocal sediment of a promised future
epic bouquets distributed? Tell me, he shouted
Indeed. These empty hands now this empty mouth now
they bring the self since the rest is given
what was ever the rest was there ever any? I did
tell him, a wide surface of sunburn reminiscences an inflammation
of sorts shined upon my plead as he offered a nation of postponements
I shouted but my skin tore apart
will I die of this, doctor?

Diseases are getting old

Slow? Slow.
Repeating the self.

Take a step, take another, omit the next, and the ground bolts back
thought the earth waits and thrives with loyalty? It does not.

It has been engraved and sickled for three consecutive summers
keep your threshers in, or you'll lose your hands.

Slow, slow.
Repeating the self.









Repeating the self
slicing the insides when going short of breath...

Solemn mass of astroglia

Pestilential concentration
indeed a vast weal a niche of lead sets
sense of perception this beauty eats
up
the rest agree on that crooked mirror lens
again, the rest
I consume them in every violent way
pain she says she's showing off the  e n v y  fibrillates

when I gripped the grips were long miasmic
she and she they threw their tongues
out
pulled everything inside
astroglia minus the glory
comparative pain
comparative pain
comparative pain
pick strings strike chords
dumb the pure contact of no distance

the positive pragmatic contact of zero distance (ϵR, >0)

ever begged ever pleased not an instance of weakness not one grateful shiver
flesh fed by hands
of this individual history never existed
never existed, not denial
how the body progressed after an even number of failures
sharp steps in cold blood last breath in
despair of a designed loss

history? Disappeared drunk to
the last drop
untouched, clean, vivid, mine
untouched, clean, vivid, mine
FUSED SKINS FUSED CIRCULATIONS

not the greatest finding, nor the most pleasing to the eye
still combined, it's giving this ability
to
drag the body
out of comparison
comparative pain comparative pain comparative pain so
FUSED SKINS FUSED CIRCULATIONS
you focused, you lost


the continuity of the skin broke / the lips of each break cleaved to
untouched clean vivid
cleaved to mine.