So Began:
the Mystery, of how our Bodies, Fall in (to) this Line, and ultimately, Whose shift adds to the (unsettling)
Sense of Who’s Present in our
splendid Meeting of “What Love // is (that)
// (which) is”--------àis truly, a gushing Panic, in which, one oddly
feels, simultaneously “I feel (slō)
// Oh, gone // against // the terrific // (-ily) stunned // like a Boxer // stopped (in) // *this Moment”
-Boris Izsus 1985
