Your kissing me into the future, leaving
Circle-K muzak across the battered carapace..

Really, we get down to heaven
In that bucket? I can’t see the bridge

Nor the smoking outline that subdues us
For your birthday.
’Recursive perception‘ —
For your birthday (and mine, too) I came straight from the agency, this text’s agility welded to the dirty space in which I wrote “Potential as Pretext in Recursive Perception and Action,” ambiguously, in pastels.