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Before the empty veld turned dark
my machine was vibrating
calls brought more telephone
the mercy of strafing
given in peacetime
the steady, ceaseless drift of materials

languages die in the air around a magnet
of erotic zones in the social body; it will return in the middle of summer
the patterns of energy locked in an oyster shell
or the power that harried it; power anchored
in these animals, the terminals of amorphous creatures

sexes may take turns shaping a nest which they are sent
flushed, male rises with loud metallic whir of peaks that reared up

the maps seen in the adult
born at the time of injection
being aural, just dissolve

cups and saucepans in a pail of cold rain
the waves that roll over the recorder