presence.
the cliff of a perfume
without warning
shattering my glass of mindlessness
awake at a bridge
caterpillar of eyes in a crowd
dragging the body of time to nowhere
the grass grows like punks from the cathedral
the tattoo was arrested
from the cadence of her breasts
the oblique sunlight was lighting up
his face like a field of camels
a wealth of lifelong wayfaring
the extinct tribes are hidden in Berlin
where a sprinkle of immesurabilitttty
is part of any local
perfume.