Waves (all the best of them) beat my eyes off. Don’t care, I still see and lie about what I believe is fact, clinging to both. Structured improvisation takes a volume of time, only now it’s coming back as bone substance.

Like The Inferno and Nerves and every shined thing since, we are collectively involved engineering the tide of speech desire.

One doesn’t know any more
or if there are good times ahead of war.