Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Space XVIII

I love that words bind, fill covers. To disappoint, to be enlivened, to feel living in covers in words, covered. Terrible the words all over the page … an mla format dished out as though: not a (thing of thing). But, the particular thing in words all over words (a neighborhood of words, a community) in covers. What do ears hear in words (the regular ears, not the ear) in the all over the page words. What corpse, words in covers, what a peeping to corpse under covers. Covers, they say, are nothing. Under covers, they say not much about. Some say in the covers … oh, actually, layer, or a cover in a cover, they like that … they are guilty as we. Undercover words, poor words, cover. Cover the page-cover (cover of cover) so, a layer of words cover themselves. A warm. A cold. Ah. An ah. Which one? Yes, which.

1 Comments:

At 9:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

not a single semi-colon; what's wrong with you?

 

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