this winter parabola 03

iii.

oh, i feedback, a neurotic algorithm. cut-outs & speed cutting corners, i learn
to slide soft around you. you'll forgive me. cock an ear to distant stations, hush

for the routers: they listen, hungering, after the wool-rasp of breath in ear. vapor-
transfer warm as wet as no, hold still. CATCH. deep in the weft of you. how

many analogues will fail me this night? how much time spent, gestural, in pursuit
of a sign non-zero, parallel rail of a railroad track--a pointsman, a jump, as made

famous by          PRIZE-WINNING GARDENIAS! i am losing track, attention span.
jumpy as hell. this weather inexorable, arcing into that last i fear, stay close now

tonight frozen i no longer knowing, we're losing bearings
i'll grease the wheels after my fashion in any case, the redacted fat of my readings.