ReRites (no one now but can love me) [June 2017]

BLORT flip stomach shadow-side, twitching loaf of rage the blade slept in our love like a dead machine. REST Rainy night vapors Clean deep beyond the adverse darkness, extend suspended paths into ancient seas. here are those gloomy trees we make come snarlings under indenture the first unforgiven, shades’ navel Chasing the spasm transforming recumbent thunders denial musculature forest replica DOWN In the hints Where unpurged Acquisition Celebrates Dead spirit I reach What may be soul. It’s a bull-necked object baffled hard, a religious wish. no one now but can love me the ink within my heart is more than an elated room