beale

something under light falls through to being
AsITuRnINBelieVIngCoLORCaNResCUe
these tired hands searching for a hold

death breaks white red and stops

"i have only my desire for you. nothing else."

columns guide us
as beds are carried
and children are lost among plants

into deliberate blank space nothing
begins to argue for expansion
while below a bar stool in saltillo we laugh

LOstNotinGElLiSioNAsPractice

do not take slogans as a poetics

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