Dreams will focus less on lacunae, gaps, revisions, redundancies,
all that contributes to the initial process of composition and belongs
to the pages of 'studies,' than explode in a hungry Sasquatch
grooming bugs and twigs from her thick pelt by a creek.
||Bits of feathers,
of blood round the mouth,
an unnamed stranger grabs
handfuls of blueberries,
wilderness a basket
on rougher ground.
a multitude of others, one does not know what it means until
it's too late. On the other side, someone
searches for me in the wrong direction. Even as I calculate my next
step religion advances triumphantly over the decomposition
of the sacred. It separates from its turgid ambiguity the covenant
from the taboos, the celestial order from the intoxication with
spilt blood, milk and semen, the sublime from the excremental. Its
intelligence separates a celestial and divine order to
become human, the thrill of anticipation vaults synapses that touch,
but don't embrace.
Brain size is calculated by the wisdom
of the female pelvis, which, millennia
"There's plenty of
and too much folly."