Pollution control. This medicine causes confusion.
Yes, we can fudge an alphabet from a dirty grid of circles.  
We can whip up an alphabet of symbols within other system alphabets  
helping us read from grids, other notions and more homonyms  
 
as well as take on upgrades for discoursing in colloquial physics.  
Yet a steel door stays open. Here are the last letters of bliss.  
We best defer to the upgrades to shake them off.  Back to the distracting alphabets.
Deep blues and silvers with biological shades perform as vowels;   
 
consonants are shown with senior upgrades,  
slurred with what is everpresent.

“Here I use my shaken my voice..”

First on wrong, quaint, then drenched though slackened



Janus was proud to sponsor Janus 



shaking this neap vapor through no shadow weighed, no 



ten or more fears on slopes 


meeting above the steps coincided with their light. 


A high-clip to the final base



atmospherics, their blast patching the thaw 



— spirals discharge, wind heats the ground and trees open.

I see your inside relevance, binary to binary autosuggestion. 
When it gets dark rebooking happens fast.  
 
The relevance we wanted to get to go to a naked singularity, that is  
This abstract point now stabilizing outdoors — over the ocean  
— smelling you in all your possible reassignments. 
 
— A rank in heaven!

Marriage makes me horror-struck 
 
Aghast in wake of our previous melancholy. 
Blindfolded angels thinking in the past —  
All mute waving back  
 

Protecting us from our known pasts and predicates,   
 

Taking on more physical pain, taking many more onboard, putting them   
 

In mind of us affiliates, at last.

At a new level of storytelling that hang-in-there spirit is on your side. 
It goes with a backhand irony like a guided missile or extra guards at the gate.  
 
As there are centers of wishing beyond closed doors  
All batteries are charged (that’s the feeling). I’m pouring  
Molasses over my track pants ‘stitched’ with microfiber — I’m about to walk the spiral and more!  
 
While chestnuts stand around in jobbed hoards,  
coupons expire.

We can demolish only one artificiality  
At a time. Not a toy, not you, not me. It’s an example of enterprise.  
One doesn’t love you or me. One loves what we do.  
One’s a learner but more a surferdude lover. We intervene only once. 
Remember, all our troubles disappear.  
You’re almost naked. You’re my business.  
 
There is no circling the rink, tho.  
No complaints or sworn declarations,   
No closure nor irresolution —  
There’s not a single cudgel you can wield;  
We’ve lost your 名刺 and your 名前.

A rhetoric
Gone terribly right, and so 
We draw together 

If we’re to make a life together. 
The dead never see us because 
All that pulls us apart. 

When it’s just the two of us, paired, oh 
Clearly we follow policy 
Filling speech balloons like Supermen ..

We just saw (a few feet minutes from now, however)
Your address changed. We could have done it differently before you discovered the user
charts; the parent company was yours before you stole them.

You’re not going to be delirious are you?
Just for a stretch of disdain..
Robbing me from sleep where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer. Good for you.

Good for you — Making up a to do list! blinded by periodic breakthroughs, 
Tho pragmatics circumvents the conscience to mend things — 
The focus is on nothing we won’t do..

A valid socialist government is not that hot, spoken for in Slavic labials.
Apparatchiks speechifying shyly  

With rabbity, squeaking voices, sounding like biblical  
French — in cosmic circumstance French is just plain meaner. And they negotiate cash for
Rapprochement. Keeping one’s posture simple on the corner of a new pace.  I

Am still there  
As well, failing completely, openly.

The contours are looking urbanely offhand and sounding normal, asymmetrically curt.   
  
Pulling a change-up tantrum repurposed into conceptual deflation.   
Psychotropic bios are commonly diagnosed as parallel course twists.    
  
Now one concentrates on the next available thing   
Until one like me goes broke; summarily I’m screwed.   
I then center on perception (whether beauty or wit), sustaining losses out of causticity.