[Jesus]:
Landslide put through my pace
landslide
has the grace
corpsalming me into
hollow corposants
incense to self-constriction
accelerating myself deadline
unperfection
ever so consanguine

reverse ampliation-
the contractile escape slid
the Code’s invisible ink
awaits me absorbtive
to implode amid.
The last tractile nadir-
veinal addiction
Blood, run out on me

Mechanical

He was looking at a sunny window. He didn’t know what a window was. He thought it was a door and walked out. Time has stopped. Even if he had some notions about flying, he kept his wings in the pockets, and fell down. Now, the window he looked at is covered with a velvet curtain and his chair is moved facing the wall.