burnt-out ends
about your feet
to larynx the number,
it cuts the first order
spoken for,
into the shelter
alarm pulse
on untrue blood,
all my life
thumb printed
off daily bread
before the hour,
toward the granule
the sky pivots on itself
casar, leave the song
and turn
you get work
upon the ground, for
climbing is of course
locked in
the press up
hallway of
all is too
hardly pleading for
penalty plays requited
first need exit
you inflix
the anonymous city
in pure lens flair
the body search
