San Pedro

paint the blue drapes
fall them gently over the brown earth
plants run radicant around them.

levels billow
through every
specific narration
this sentence closes
in on itself
as it begins
to negate
more and
more
of what
it could
mean.
lets get back to the
start. everything
billows in and on and through
different levels.




a circle is fallback for boundlessness (written around a directional map disguised as a clock)


Intimacy occurs within spheres* of influence.
They never touch, though each can imagine larger spheres*.
Bundles of nerves wander through projecting rejection and acceptance.

*formless


It's the specifics that separate us.

Through one into the biggest pool.

Billowing folds and billowing textures.