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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