rejected applications to the Deutsche Mathematiker-Vereinigung: DOC. NO. 36H335B72

at what great distance--from what great height--i've lost the signal--
this thing, i suspect, is busted. slow as an old copperwire connection

one swims ruinous up along the body's old chains, netted maths; equations
by which, once, singing, we mapped. the same familiar tune. no timeline

is not discrete only, the grapple&hazard we groping make notwithstanding.
or standing; from this vantage i sight, dim& done, wonder less. a slow

unwinding, winded, words i reduced thus run fingers over, counting out
your rosary. one might have believed. zipperteeth popping. the second

law. with a suddenness turning / the dial on my scope: snapback focus
& this stranding pattern belongs, you only ghosting at the edges of vision.