report 000012: the new year rising

driving back into the grasslands (originary & comfort) a blood-sunset, flame-rust &there are many fires abroad in these parts, mind your retinas. gnawing the thing over: it that putative echo, that hope of span that is lyric's condition of possibility. a danger to the settle life some nights perhaps; a comfort. & also

(that all of it have always be the laying-on of hands, as in paul's letter to the ephesians. it is that lace-breath stretch of distance that allows the global positioning of/ourself to others: the collapse of grammars when one ceases to conceive of a thing in legs but, instead, as a single polygon.)

that, perhaps, code& compositional technique no longer prosthetic but truly the fit spanner for some other wheelwork as well, the sweet-slick coupling at some derivative-zero--you see, if you consider the problem in terms of time

--but short, & hush, for even this late the crickets still creak & commingle. there may yet when a mirror shattered not a harbinger, but the end of some need.