a dampness conjoins with my skin
the rustling of trees communicates with my sleep
the skies conform beyond me
inconspicuous, but sure
they signal a brightness (…)
discarding some black to coalesce with the blue
an iodopsin release
they signal a brightness that
(io-)
i wish i’d known would not
(-dopsin)
again be seen
(retina)
we take great care of the materials in place
these contours
these lips
these gyrating hips
am i insane or is this it?
all this flint and tinder
it’s a transcending efflux
what else could this be but a perfect discovery?