rhetoric, flux
crouched, hunter
pushed worlds down my throat with quick inhalation and gulp, held them there compressed and frenzied
the prey being watched from above
was stalking back from below

lines intersecting spheres; moments showing years in the corners of their eyes.
where did this start? with a soldier's story, theory tickling future. with release.
with mouth and tongue and teeth and throat machine.

animals and weaponry; slackjawed moonbitch.

big game hunting. a murder of crows the orgasm of artemis,
on the wing, fight and/or flight, fight the flight, flee the fight, tomorrow's last night.

the no. the stop, the go, the blow. human naked facing the blow. i am not me she is the pack, the flow.
self-fulfilled whore virgin crow.
facing the know--soft inhalations of artemis vulgari. purple mapping the soft green. grazing leaves dew drops (spherical) on lips.
a heart; organ stolen from machine system, bent cog gnawed upon and dusted. still beating, veins leaking drool. all meloncholy is fluid.

now a body without organs.
now speaking of owls.

now watching two fall from a tree (satellite icarus) scream and fight in circles, leaving in dark lines across the sky.

the depth gnosis.
am.