Biographia
 

Believe me unbelieving reader. The interminable trajectory of such a

ravenous coming is righteousness. Moving love. Walking too far. This

case of fasting, of clinging silent thoughts and intention renders me

this treasured utterance. My dense bare name. My blasted feet. I stray

in this scene. It is my lament & all other places are blameless.
 

This is a shattered Ruthenian scene.
 

Or perhaps the exclusion of the ape as she is revealed in the brocaded

facade of utterance. I enunciate the pathology of her horizon. Threads

blind the form and fossilize my urban concretions. The greased fetish

is too large, too plaintive. Language glands its coterie and drives

into the temptation of idolatry. Such a drive seems libidinous as is

nipple to the virus of buds. Thus to derive, to maximize, viciousness

becomes structure to the agrarian limb.