1 Day (Between Space)

Bivouac to Monday’s come Soggy blockchains They ask if I hold consequent occupation—running same circuits of oil roads To answer with ‘production’ or else ‘no’ Say, as yesterday I lost my notebook at one of three places Or, an evening in a large building full of people You can’t specify location or cause That’s motivation (likely intrinsic) Picked up from the Cartesian wake Now, what’s condition? From one azure machine to another What’s with the God need? Everything a godthing Only one person to enter this elevator unless escorting an unbadged individual Trail of blood That is water, arterial All in conduction I waited hours for (Only) to realize The other way/side/matter of (moment or) Cannot compact to a steady arrangement Where the grammar went wrong in the proscription of the atom’s carving All the letters spun out by the trail Defines contrail as near thing and nearness (so/but is as what is left behind) What populates at the game’s borders—all so slowly generating outliers No difference than the other vista seen this side the canyon It’s two hours that way before you turn left By air, over the slit meridian—vertical distance from an old site visit This museum is angrier We knew better than to use cotton, the overseer elected to do so Doctors have advised against me continuing to do nothing about the dark passages ambient across my vision Is that movement—at the mile—? Eventually the gleams translate to grams Such a bridge (dual track, so hypothesized ‘ideal’) from the military—a remarkable feat of engineering Surpassed (all occurring on the tilt) only by the return of the forests to the industrial zone Out pitch and all gone habitation Blue & green The swath arc In the distance, red ships operate Tablet game Strange space of the hunting range I walk off Onto the refinery Jettisoned derrick lands on the palm trees Not a name but a star Such as I am—hovering night lattice in the dragnet above the Nord Superior