histology lesson 04

between us is the middle third, that which makes of us a series.
the thought is of being nowhere dense: the mathesis to counteract

our tendency to gravity, the hot levity of unified song. without that
our numbers indistinguish &lack. without lack no propulsion for

hypotaxis, our reasoning--insofar as it can be called--stayed, caught
below the horizon of. & how will we build, babel, in our wordless

bed? how our compression requires more memory, the professional's
sheen& flare. we do better this, here with the air between us

as dense as/ that which we pretend lacking. the surface of our
math: could fry eggs as easily as retinas. theory is a fever.