It was incredibly compressed but defining.
Ideas of involuntary thin dots and stripes, that’s a guess.
For Christ’s sake I saw you in documentaries.
I saw your name written on walls —

Errors are no disgrace (tho at play), foam under rush-formatted steam
disappearing like figure / ground battalions,
your pretexts (w/out sound) — more
appreciable fear traveling light —

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

Solitary headline :
Fruitful, aggressive figures commend Christ’s name on submissive grounds.