Everyone’s welcome. The emptiness that was 
 
one fine day... 
 
                    A mercury-brimmed scree 
 
insubstantial in unexpectedness 
 
to dawn, ‘disappeared’ 
 
into the leg o’mutton of oblivion :  
You behind the scenes evaporating..  
— we owe you nothing  
                    falling out w/ your daylight and sexual theater on the same sheer precipice..  every day becoming ordinary knowledge  
 
of parallel ebullience  
 
                    waiting to come round up ideas sprouting from half-sleep,  
 
holding w/in geometry to grant the horizon the whole body.