Transported hard, the north howled north, delta-wide on the
effect; imprint of
hexagon. Snow one side, not another. The flourishing verdigris
foliage, criss-cross herring scales upon the snowmelt.
multiplied, an epiphany.
The substation fizzed
with minute expansions:
Our sweet uniform
off, on— how do I look,
how do I not look.
A stulted vortex—
desiring lost feline.
Suck up room, a lesson in
burning: filaments not too tight; a membrane traps a flashing
moment. Magma is
grateful, a volume of quintessence consumes respiration—
the nascent post-flavour
flavour. Without exception an incident (cognizant of exception).
We avoid mandrake yet all animals kaleidoscopic, rainbow.
Cows not moving— ‘c’mon you lazy leathers, the universe isn’t set to your
circadian lollop home’. Uniforms hitched up, stars hot on the rooves.
Invented, consoled: the retracted sub-populus about time. Gone.
Into blank volume interjected follows a
jet along the shore sound excelling.
The snowy crater, a shut snog. An error:
not hurricane but a deep cough. One
mechanism reads another, possesses
constructions by gaining mass in frozen
gasps. The tease drops miles further
along, gathers, magnifies: Apocticaballs,
cityballs, civilisationballs, historyballs.
Churn, the vanquished tumescent substance.
This is Apoctica
A thousand Monkey Puzzle.
A thousand Flame.
A thousand pineapple.
Three thousand trees
explode so rapidly its
name is Rapid Plantation.
Stuffy mush discard
spreadload fruit unstable
slime quite edible.
Lorikeets squat, determined.
We reverse glare—jut to
forest, field of white titanium.
Mars is hot with torrential ash.
Hillock understood until inserted,
all levels and planes helmeted
or smothered, only the sides.
wheeze beneath the
awkward spigot swinging
obverse to the fluid.
old tree guards,
The grain in the warehouse
is for the animals, the animals
in the warehouse are for the
the lexicon freewheeling. Look:
the grave, ocean. Apoctica
We must locate you.
A Paleolithic script
salutations razor wire.
A stabbed squiggle.
The palace is wide open.
A lorikeet bombs over the maze.
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