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Fig. 201 This is how we begin: sweepfolds
Fig. 202 Every time I think of You, I am thinking of someone else
Fig. 203 Tumbling short, in a man, failing in an old-fashioned way, into that downskin that lay, where that wearing the last undecided route upon the lips of danger pass.
Fig. 204 You cannot love someone from just anywhere
Fig. 205 In the scheme of things we hadn’t to face, hadn’t Face to say “I too am shuffling” simply & gave to you my arms so few, so soon, so this Death we’ll fucking take it too.
Fig. 206 How pleasant to find one’s Articulation in a bouquet of remorse
Fig. 207 Tonight became the contradiction, of places that freckle in Eyes, waiting to cloak, to add to playing this “making to Hail” in the Hell of a rapturous romance. Anxious & gone was told, of “gone gently” turning to a Sound, frowned just as when the when went
Fig. 208 *This becomes a portrait of me indefinitely aroused
Fig. 209 & to boot it all away, as in------------------>up in laughing, if not after being used, in the during dung how “I exploded to feel, I got” the runs, going long, very among, the other names, won’t in a pass-do
Fig. 210 Yes, again this indignant Face, firmly forms to sass
Fig. 211 Yes, that indignant face firmly, that Time of course, covers. Cover us half-buried within the throwing-it-all-in, just to discover “I was truly a have-not.”
Fig. 212 Laughter hides behind my every intention
Fig. 213 Was that but The Voice of a severely fallen accent in the well, well—[?] It went on smiling.
Fig. 214 Make an inquiry of where as to where Oh where are my, what ribs—[?]
Fig. 215 When we spoke, I took it lightly in a manner as if “I’m terribly ill.”
Fig. 216 Who—[?]
Fig. 217 Who ends & came in a second—[?]
Fig. 218 Kiss thy Clitoris reduced to a Pancake—[!]
Fig. 219 Let’s picture something else
Fig. 220 That smell of Vanilla after you Shower
Fig. 221 Being chased in the Night is never a calm matter
Fig. 222 No final hands in this moment shall gather upon my temples
Fig. 223 “Oh good god”
Fig. 224 & four hands, never meet, never touch but in one partial room.
Fig. 225 Before them, is the burden of the riot of “as” as in ass to ash
Fig. 226 Then Suddenly.
Fig. 227 O’ in smiling, “I’m smugging towards” the Distant, preceding the still
Fig. 228 Frowning along this bad-break we called a Honeymoon.
Fig. 229 As scraping bodies, a bundling towards twinebodies.
Fig. 230 Two hands to The Face was the what’s up was
Fig. 231 All that followed was Modern & had backed itself into mistakes or, the pupils that dilate & the quoting shit goes without saying “My neck branches to break while I’m smiling & crying all the same”
Fig. 232 This situation is, I got fucked & my opposition knew.
Fig. 233 *This, is my Goodnight Voice------------------->wittlewittle one
Fig. 234 All those Lines & Lines changing your Face
Fig. 235 No, tonight there will be no song enrapturing our Bodies into a maneuvering sip-sip in the lips
Fig. 236 Came once plainly, came once in the dressing, came once to cover the Humor, came once in silence, came once on the Face, came once tenderly, came always, sadly
Fig. 237 The Question that truly plagued: was my life dark, if I fucked everyone in attendance—[?].
Fig. 238 Names, all these names to say & never a Face to bake on a tray & here’s to neverso
Fig. 239 Oh, let’s agree to live in Sin & smile & smile as we’re slipped into the Furnace
Fig. 240 *This is in the hope, that I shall say “this ends, abruptly”
Fig. 241 Oh, by—the—by: shhhhhhh, my Graces have gone cold
Fig. 242 *This hardly was what one would call a Face
Fig. 243 The failure that subjects to praise, that thinks Hunger was of a grizzled core, that thinks thy ascent shall be one of laughing, that thinks “but it is only Morning when we can stomach one another”
Fig. 244 The *Act is breaking its back in its own Cast
Fig. 245 You were riddled with Skin & if this was to become a Demolition then your Absence shall act as an Explosion on the edge; fractured light; breath-puffs; the caress of your Cursive Hand; my cheek pressing to your touch; eyes closed & the smile that emerges in the right corner of the Lips, lifts
Fig. 246 This Flower describes the vanishing point of its initial symbolism
Fig. 247 So much for a plain crag in the Heart gag—[!]
Fig. 248 The *Act is merely where the Body changes its point in Space
Fig. 249 Yes, *this was how we passed into a choir rejoiced at the Hanging of them all
Fig. 250 For memories won’t add shit to *this, as similarly, this distortion of a Figure, as if fast-forwarding a Film only to insert a little flicker of the tongue, as if placing the Body upon a greeting, as evidence of the ellipsis between desiring Intimacy & having Intimacy drooling drop by drop—you see now how Absurd—[?] how fugly at first is the concept of figuring to figure-out all these fugly-fugly things surrounding you, which were really bootiful-bootiful things
