the delineation of an arc,
circus tent-like, of desire
for form, for shape,
for less things--for all-widening--
a singularity in the pole of the world.
i have done such things
i know not yet what they are.
actions trail behind womblike causes,
leaving white waxen tails like comets
when i closed my eyelids i saw them
burning there still,
spinning in depths
deeper than space.
control--infection--
the mechanics of a dream
i have done such things
i have done such things.