Involuntary ideas of thin dots and stripes, that’s a guess.
For Christ’s sake I saw you in a documentary.
I saw your name written on walls

— The deep state (at play), foam under rush-formatted steam
disappearing like figure / ground battalions,
your pretexts (w/ no sound) — more
appreciable fear a cappella —

There’s product on the loose
faintly reeling w/ descents into moaning
nonentities..