context-drama & the conversation poem

i'm all right. i get strung around (along or out) sometimes, trip. this mess o' wires a nest for: apparent motion: connecting events together to make coherence, intelligibility, tense-shift: shores of the self. i've no problems with illusion but i sometimes misread. steaming along at capacity; there are mercenaries in these waters: lingering/if only i'd stop to think about it sometimes. an imperfect sine wave, but slinging along nonetheless: it's an apologetic thing for you to be tied to my equations. apologia: defense of my game, half-pack of habit, the third thing in a series.

it's a lot of need for less knowledge than i'm marked-up for. dictionaries at a yard-sale: we have the internet. these nights i go back to the archive/return, run-up deep in lamp-light & the slow drying-out of all these symbols. --referential, my only depth in recursion, my own obsessions playing out: you find what you look for: individuation to the point of absurdity, walking the lines. projected out into somewhere space is that style i'm trying to make.

versions of versions of versions: every body's got a story, an angle, a spin. caught between revelations: the deaf-mute or the thoughtless pedestrian, the one with all of the wrong texts, the unright symbol-set.