wave upon wave this eternal sea of bodies folding beyond comprehension hemming and carving the rushing flow with the tongue for then against the eyes the things of the world once wrested from their dimness by the light of the word now veiled and diminished by the nothingness of that which reveals a fabled will bridges lacunae between framed events senses spill outside the matrices of language but the limits of the earth remain in our parched and damaged mouths the voice sedates the body blankets it in the appeasing quilts of knowledge and purpose such tender reveries if the name could cease to frame and be but intensified breath speech refuses to oppose then slips into the sea movement without ground language falls from meaning every transparent word bespeaks immanence we become intensities and nothing other in this flight into the arms of forgetting
