going to 108
“Mine eye lids shut, I fell into unfelt realms”
—Samuel Greenberg
finally going to send a line
down
listen to listen to
flesh come over a loose root
a filed song you’re your ax handle life the lights the horns follow
funerals everything doorknobs
watering itself
muffle or scream same cover of
some clouds angle a weight
—CAConrad
—found in Xconnect (Issue 25; February 2007)