god speaks
to just you
by the hole
in your head
it warns you
just you
that oh
that there's something
here
and here
my capacity for consistency
and a memory
of memory
of the song that was played
during my first panic attack
that i realised it was
and that at least i would die
hearing this
this
and it did not return
just like everything else
because it never really stopped
interspecific
by immersion
and oh Pan,
Pan
be careful
with that garlic
attenuate that high flame
and i don't
care how
it's like the nettles in the autumn
growing still
not still
must i beat the path again
to turn left
left
and trace horizon line
of that four or five centimetres
exposed of my calf
magpie laugh
and point
impossible
featureless landscape