fear of death outstripped. i can't escape the tight-space between the reputation of having a fear of death and the crying out to. an absence so filled. that words are not enough to stay out of sight. to reach that white space I can see, in between. perhaps what we ought to reach in the end is a system that functions to point the lines out, to puncture in and out and wipe up and down on the borders at the end. there are symbols here which grin of what could happen to you. are you happy or
a right to reveal. (?) the rose may be as warm to the touch as the niqab. as warm as stone. a rose may blossom under stars in the sling of liberty. or it may not. when freedom becomes a law. I've seen you pointing to the sky. a created drape neath the arm. we each have water support. freedom and necessity, a stem. a truism that the eye reveals more of what it cannot see. beauty is a truism. the niqab is more beautiful inside the house or? to expose the unrevealed qua unrevealed or to revel at the bottom of the layers, below the house below the swell below the sheet? you like her to be revealed unrevealed or? she may. an explicit ban on images. an imagistic ban._? what is it to require the mind to supply its own images_an excessive force or a gift. a hierarchy of disallowed images. the dance of the mediterranean. it covers doesn't it. it smothers doesn't it_the red candle knows as the body knows as the rose. under the sky__between the seas.
