the dream of a tortoise is the

dream of a river running backward

if we get

the hill o

ver la pen

umbra bursts

yr base

ment's wri

ggling cara

pace originant

ink darkened

river el

hotel del hue

so dorm ido

was the knee's

left pain the

knee's ave

nue sp read

behind tu más

cara's shell

yawning alpha

bet's sleepless

pool her thighs

her wrapper ou

verte les esca

liers her

wheel of smoke t

urns toward you

Picked from the husks of

Ivan Argüelles' “anabasis xlvi”