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“The Sound, Shanked me to my Core” – Boris Izsus
The Scene of This----------->in which to speak of it
decelerates
the Word:
“Face”—to—“Body”—makes
me Sick, so
eloquently so—The Equation, between
the Absence
it/[is]
break—[ing] The Fails
to open or, Exposed
the Equally
closed/on
the assjam
of The Horizon
is both mundane &
strange, this/is---------------------------------------->strange—[ily]
Subjects The Positions of
a Man
to be—[ily] the
Opposite—[ily]
of what He
feels
—“pain”
alluding to
one who—“You
have been----------------------------------------------->[s]Lay[in]—[ing]
on The Ground
since---------------------------------->then” Interrupts
the Violence that
frames Our
“Accident” or------------------------>how I
was then Destroyed
by The Body/[is]
bitching
to find
it’s Subject—[ed]
the Angle of
reflection
to an
Ending
of mere—[ily] Representation
is truly
to End
ending & sadly—another
subjected to
the arraignment of
stopping------------------------------------------------>to—[her]
Face, enclosed your
Heart, to project
“it” at the End
of this
Lines------------>mymymy
Lungs
hurt from all—[over]
this seems
to be
about
existing in a Place, in place
of regurgitating the Reflection
of this Surface----------------->steps/on
upon
The Body
at the End of
Days, it learns how to Play
but as of now,
disappeared
& as of now, dispersed
how we
disappear
in Memory
turns to-------------------------------------------->Dismantling or,
embracing------------------------------------------------------------->
is paralysis, paralyzes
The thought------------------------------->“nownow we
Act” or playing
tag with a Systematic
symptom
collapse
me, in a Bed
of those I once Loved
to sweat—[out]
to Sweat
it all, back in
as it were,
means “keeping”—“close”
as it were
how I drop to Delay
the Image of
how I will then attain
The Body
I am
Desire—[ing]
your
Face
is alone
speaking
on a platter
served to-------------------->The Rise to mymymy
Mouth—[ing] the details
of Exhaustion
so to speak about
how so Full
of Shit I must
surely be continuing
to Exist
to Eliminate
each Exit
as it were
so to be continually—I
confronted the
“Face”—to—“Face”
as it were
to complete this/is
act—[ing] to Expunge
my Thundering
pulse, was
more or
less or, I am
the Person positioning
us/in
in this/is
“City”
dumps—[in]
the Body
an
Oppressive
Subject: left
out
about how
much
“I love” which
is how much
I love
this Heat
depositing
you into
my Body
how it
smells
your every
movement
