| their computer’s radial spine | – | in our symbols/memories |
| number-germs on gum-cells | – | forget-mouth-knots |
| in the open mouth of collider | – | bladed tetris |
| fractal pulp | – | the subconscial body |
| games of reality | – | copying the laugh of god |
| a game | – | vultures spiraling up |
| a game | – | setting the future from flesh |
| a game | – | pleasure as volume |
| in their catatonic-corporeal | – | the handed leash |
| my body in the fuck-imaginary | – | sanding music |
| ocean’s tinnitus | – | an other to god or |
| crossed powers | – | the flood a distraction from life |
| at the back end of the dream | – | water’s vein in drool |
| coins getting hard | – | co-abducting language |
| our gloved fingers become | – | their father’s skin |
| their pale animatron | – | arcing the ambient matter into wormhole |
| they say | – | our body—a placeholder for death |
| that’s what she told me | – | through her money’s eye but |
| the cataract-blade is typing | – | into signal-farm |
| its existence | – | a plothole in sound |
| hives forming on god | – | lists forming on the inside of thought |
| telepath-plex | – | oil of pupil |
| it’s the right of language | – | to bite tongues |
| the vein’s waterbridge | – | on the inactive sea |
| the computer’s ornament | – | salivating its retina |
| dilating pupils with | – | social weapons |
| salt-body nativity | – | test tubes or currents |
| clouds make collider-shape | – | suck thumbprint |
| what time-adaptogen | – | is sent to mistake itself? |
| welts between cell-letters | – | blue spectrum forms the primary |
| boiling our rawness away | – | black frost into raw illness |
| bridled telescopes | – | with their insert of procedural diamond |
| battery acid as ichor | – | computer-spinal fluid |
| pollinated shapes | – | re-decorate the sulphuric field |
| drones as mini black holes | – | in the wick of the body |
| what makes time with lockjaw? | – | what turns the fleshlight necrophilic? |
| robot’s leather skin sweating | – | torn rain in the cub-grave |
| raising avatars of lightning | – | against our psychic libel |