BEING OUT OF FASHION

I had two thoughts: obscurity as something that
resists--not the same as difficulty. The smaller the

   better; tongue,
finger. But I want to get (in) there. concussion:

under the spiraling Jesus.  I could be in Lansing, Michigan,
off-cells, the retina has its plan for you (for you in

   particular). "Darkness"
is everything the present tense is not.

G-Force--trying to get to the future so that the present recedes.
I had it also that I might eclipse the imprisonment of my

   own perception.
Tunneling to the other side. It was in this moment--the

conception of fashion, the moment of seeing (knowing) growing
smaller. And smaller. There was pressure on the forehead, the

   knuckles. Both
shoulders ached and strained. An eye lash touched a blood star.