Operating Dictates for a Particle Accelerator

pulse light starts there starts getting smaller All that you can’t remember, Claire says. , With two glass eyes I’m wobbling down a walkway inflecting aloha no thumbtacks, attached no pins, To feel. Good by. among crimson and silver turnstiles, all the folks In orange, Silvery hats and thermal The madmen mad getting madder daisies all done Again me strolling, me fuming, slipping, the stream frozen. the matter of face. the quasars huffing on. In December no summery mask, No, just the shimmering scene, the firmament. a blackbird indicating, nods Maybe a change dust of a brick maybe I remember, I recall. a cyclotron. An ingenuous ramrod The flay of her hair fall sinking Rowboat turning to winter, rowboat, rowboat Chatter of the breakage iii. verb forms of a neutron bomb starts sloe gin over time Fermenting in the firmament red shifting with Claire waking with Claire, betweening and vaguing Claire the embassies exchanging airs. lily white, glittery photons , spark at the bottom working iamb iamb iamb iamb iamb Claire don’t care reminiscing Tuscaloosa in. A corner of the soiree. , standing so bluntly you resemble no one, Precisely, as if receding over a hill, you resembles everyone. corralling , the bulky idea of the hill into. an encampment, a tiny cranium. And it’s as if, Spying you through a whiskey on rocks. a mass hysteria I struttle along, Making commonplace. Ubnutterances, and guts your house is blue with two glass eyes iii. quantum entanglement starts with a single shot. fired not the year of my fathers. slow, death starts. year my mother goes terminal, The vacuous scene chattering, Like an elephant collapsing the animals fuming, weird winged bugs The serious business of. squishing them, they simply regroup. And reappear. , Claire. I’m stumbling down the thoroughfare. in a dark, Pinching what few glittering photons, I’m trolling. murky and building up. start at the bottom, working a way Upwards Evening, like a tumbler. folding. itself over Feeling contented all around. squinting, started clawing with two glass eyes feeling for thumbtacks. Among the broad vagaries. among the wild visions, Claire. . I say I know you better, , than. You could imagine, or some other, but you sock me. Hard. In the gut instead. i. aimed by magnets starts redundant Futile with a screwdriver, among the wrecks. , I am having a ball comma Describe the house comma paint the doorjamb end-stop these months spent a-chatter. the sidewalk spinal column of a mule that carries me. Through the broad making-world. one universe over, We are inseparable. And own many cats the city. Large. like viewing an egg, From the egg’s interior. I go about the serious business strolling, The firmament Claire. your pocket watch, A frayed yellow. T-shirt. on the narrative fringe. of the narrative, the weightless photons say Holding hands One universe over. You do not forgive me. , all that I can’t but Maybe a small change maybe something less than the sky, maybe something. More than the sky could conjure. ii. if this were a sonnet, I start with all that you can’t remember. The gutters Overloaded. the funky trinkets, Weird winged bugs on the sill. In the air, When I go about the business , strolling home Claire. riding the slipstream sloe gin. All drink and whiskey. the old ferry, a rowboat , in my gut. smooth as a mirror Every mad Artifact everyone I’ve ever met, resembling Claire dissembling My wintered axe. start at the bottom Work your way upwards. like a signature saying I’ve been here, strolling past, these fumes, on the air smell like a letter. All thermal , all water Quasars bleating, blackbird saying, The search light pauses Pluck The wings out one at a time. Chicago and blackbird, blackbird, I unaware. of ours, the recombinant bodies of the gods. i. focused by a lens starts with the scene starts. December, Smooth as a mirror Hard in the gut feels like a tumbler. Claire, inflecting good, by. walking. Claire. the scene of sparks. among the while, the fission The house is blue. with two glass eyes among the firmament no pins to pin you No, thumbtacks to hold you But photons and all the things that you can’t . Among the sloe gin, your frayed yellow T-shirt. I returned to you, but you wanting In a corner of the soiree. a corner of the prairie, more than the sky This is where the elephant toppled. when what you remember is Collided, with Often under the webbed foot Of my imagining, you are the entire throng. Wearing your face, Dust of a brick, what’s left is What when the particle accelerator paints its disastered portrait iv. scatter many phrases starts with shatter. , crossing the parking lot, my skin pixilated in the sodium light, harsh corundum skin a vapor trail edging the slipstream. Tidy up the floorboards. the wiggling infrastructure of a signature. says, I’ve been here before All airs as if a unified field. of night. of Claire. Collapse, arrangement of bones where the elephant toppled. spells are cast, Luster in clusters, stone I toss Chicago, the old ferry through the house’s eye, through the firmament Light bulbs wilting, carnations flickering, Like a cyst the crick dribbles outward toward a shore my lady trickles, my lady pours Give up give up, my sweet canteen Been taken to the forest. Honey. Among the wild fission.