It’s reassuring, really, how a body at rest simply corrodes. The muscles atrophy & one person is
new-born as another. The chemical star new-born as a field. Sunlight hits the earth in agitations &
then the earth is warm & then the floors need sweeping.
Would a person want to know what fields know of the snakes? Is there mercy in movement?
There are certain promises I made, when there was nothing else I could do. There were walls &
there were floors & there was wood & there was metal.
The rain makes a river to wash the chemicals into the canal. Television continues when the
television is off. The marble statues dissolve into lumps. When I think of myself in the past I see
myself as an entire field, what the stop bath means to the man in the photograph.