Sequence
morning:
morning spreads
its soft fat fingers
over our faces
pokes them
into our eyes
sur–
prising us wake
with soft punches
afternoon:
a-
way. a way
of looking at things)
keep moving, shifting
perspectives
(never see into it
never get close
evening:
being becomes
counting the ways
you’ve
trapped yourself
or(i
should say) can
come to that. be
careful
of lies like “i
love you” ties
that bind you
when
you really can’t
—bp Nichol
—found in Beach Head (1970)