rejected applications to the Deutsche Mathematiker-Vereinigung: DOC. NO. 44K993B09

thus we learn: sediment has its own blooded history; sand in the valves
will clog as surely as it won't explode. i follow in your tracks, so closely

it is as if only you yourself had passed / to find your spin away not
a video running back but a choreography with which i was not entrusted.

and so. within the moment at which i appear to be in orbit lies the bad
luck of the photographer who blinks too soon: it is escape velocity.

i had been fooled as well. on another timeline (you backward down a path
with enough satellites to keep you in eclipses) i wake. such is the danger

of travel: that among the frozen wastes of memory one might plunge again
into the present's luminous minutiae. the way that detail wounds the heart.