the

cyclone

as

bulb

a boolean switch

the endless matches

the raw sunken steel

being eaten

to inject rivers

sliding into corners

they are clean and smooth

telling mixed jokes

building on horizons

thin lines

to draw from

the digital approximation

the tunnel is not less real

a bridge to jump from

rotating the chains

a glue of ice and water

there is no end to space

yes and no

the growing bodies

filling pictures into global understandings

the writings are not on the wall

modes of texts

and

equals ilaupoleas

or threads

in exchange

as

walk

above

,

the
cyclone

as
bulb

a boolean switch
the endless matches

the raw sunken steel
being eaten

to inject rivers
sliding into corners

they are clean and smooth

telling mixed jokes

building on horizons
thin lines
to draw from

the digital approximation
the tunnel is not less real

a bridge to jump from
rotating the chains

a glue of ice and water

there is no end to space

yes and no
the growing bodies
filling pictures into global understandings

the writings are not on the wall
modes of texts

and
equals ilaupoleas

or threads
in exchange

as
walk

above

,

the

cyclone

as

bulb

a boolean switch

the endless matches

the raw sunken steel

being eaten

to inject rivers

sliding into corners

they are clean and smooth

telling mixed jokes

building on horizons

thin lines

to draw from

the digital approximation

the tunnel is not less real

a bridge to jump from

rotating the chains

a glue of ice and water

there is no end to space

yes and no

the growing bodies

filling pictures into global understandings

the writings are not on the wall

modes of texts

and

equals ilaupoleas

or threads

in exchange

as

walk

above

,