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above
the median

fencetop
horizon

we collect ourselves
from a timeless
evacuation

vacillation and return

you must search
my mask
for my eyes

presence
hath no
quality
before itself

thus the instructive
necessity
of every sentient
monstrosity:

to slake off the erotology
of attention

for that to which we are drawn
will fall away

until the jowls of hunger
the rivers of decrudescence

the hunched and muscular shoulders
that lurk and threaten in the mist . . .

Only geometry
remains to evolve
the archetype:

an accord of diagrammatic space

such that the blue jellies survive
the holy goblet--
its shape, that is, that is
more puissant than any shadow

ululations of blueness, silver, bublets
that might be eyes

below below
skeletal incandescence
embryonic

enframing outline reenters the entity

the crystalline blackness at the bottom
encourages

the incorrigible
sky