the uncut thought is a substitute, a counterfeit.
it strikes under duress to outwit and beguile understanding.
it rehearses its nonbeginning to complete its own decay
its find is brittle,
proving its neural mold.
how will the spree sway?
through a contrary source—
it impedes the block, overthrows
alongside its frame. it knows the wrong signature
of a mockingbird. it is a trembling blot
infected with significance. the highlights
dally in the infinite, and our need
begins our supplement. here
is not here. it has resolutely gone
into an other.
from “ the arterials”