Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without

You Can Do Anything, Really. And That, L Think, Is One Of The Exciting Possibilities Of The Present, L Swear, Is The Possibility That The Goddamn Thing Can Be Modaled Throughout.

There Are No Hierarchies, No Infinite, No Such Many As Mass, There Are Only/ Eyes In All Heads,/ To Be Looked Out Of.

Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It Nice?

The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat To The Imitation They Are Anyhow.

The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The First Sound Realized In The Modality Of Being.