09.08.25
Outside Saint-Gilles Hôtel communal
drunk annular winding art du trait
the voussoirs little curve
my external face
bent me an inflamed calm
magic words against spotlights
Googol Getriebe each syllable
take it from others
learn to speak through it
buried face functions
Moda Nova bar Jupilers
water fault sick upwards
spinet fingers gardiens de la paix
in Galilee blues everywhere
police radios biometric
sausage law crenellated white
small theatres of tortures, gibbets, gallows
the finest grain of the social body
facadectomy inside freedoms
paranoiac breadth star shaped
cross-plained in the forest
of plastic receipts
I see a cestus of starres
held all the way to Zuid Station
not falling apart
in the perfect arc of an arm
