Caught up in a susurrant fluctuation of water, water wringing out air—the Pacific as it pares down a presumed soundlessness: a breath at the center of the room displaced by a word distinct from traffic: sustained and refracted through dunes and dolosse—to notice there is nothing to notice beyond the weight of what there is […]

Impossible to read, the glare at once bright and faint. Haze incandescent, compressed by heat colliding with the marine layer. July has no memory. No- thing’s retained, the land- scape shape-shifts continually and there is no ground for the mind to stand on, to sense itself here. This un- remittent elsewhere, at once too bright, […]

Listening to wind dislodge objects in the dark around my room, I want to think thinking is enough to locate a world, any world; but it isn’t, and it isn’t this one. It isn’t this world, weather.

No change beyond air smelling faintly of old piss. A neon liquor store sign strains to break the overcast. How November moves. Stunted palm tree’s stunted shadow sutures curb to street, street to curb—to lawn glazed white with television. I walk, watch day dissolve as if on waking’s edge— those impossible lines consciousness repels.

XI. The ablative interests me. By it, from it, with it, in it, on it: separation, causation. Declined.               He became an explosive               to shed the cocoon               embraces made for him: from it.               Like a piñata that shatters itself.               Imagine its need: in it. The noun resists. That’s its nature. XII. “ . . . that […]