As Isaac passes from consonance to desolated marsh,
walk along with me. / Where to?

To the battlefront. Nightly sex skyrockets (blasé for improvising


at first, then it coils over & feels there are authentic possibilities) ..
We admire our parents (ghost punks), friends, enemies’ enemies,
strangers, also, why not? Attempting authenticity in insoluble
speech, I feel them, their pretty itches. How

deep blues and silvers with biological shades form vowels.

Consonants have already taken shape from older models,
losing what is always present up to now.