Double A

Finally one has to admit a
sort of truth In the way you
put it all together

I use a AA

battery

To hold
My window

Open

don't you hate A
CONFESSION?

I do Which sees itself
within us A certain manner
that is itself A cipher A
mirror An unwelcome
connectivity Charged with
A putrefying signification
What do you make of this
fusion, A coincidence:
because my eyes Open my
everything in two The
things

which pass A

Again

These small
repeated things These atoms

These  crossing  the water  I am  going  to  go  on  until  it all  stops because  each time I    cannot    remember   that there is anything else at all

"How is that?"

the    one    who    Everyone Don't    waste    any     tears anyone he's still warm

As  they  left the church they would  bring  him  Rabelais the educator and it  was  to be  sure a

conquest