oblivion ina Siberian winter.the ice :: glass.I see everythingeverything sees.a mammal rouses at the endof the Holocene.its tongue pressesto the roofof its mouth and clicks.eve beheaded.how lapsed grief is,a circle a circlenever escaped.I go to no one,dark space, twilitspeaking to no one.I travel to the coast,to an amphitheater of grayness.wavescome ontothe crag, white-bluespittle.the venue of execution.teeth glide.the sea is no seaa mirror.futures refracting in the rip.I catch.I incise.I keen. somethingwill die.by tuesday I’ll beyet another homunculus,another ragdoll.time topographical in its rise and fall.cold wind. valley, valley.sand dunes in exodus,shifting in a dream.lavender lightlittle lit like I goto the shore an xat the lungsof sex and vexedand exhalation.an egret burnsmanna. futures griton my palate.salt sparks.is desire sight.is suggestion.another way to kill.what waves.every tongue a clicka prophecy.the body is beautiful work.I am never going to benever.all I am is happening.be hold, I said.be held.