knot distance

the coil re

placed your eeyyee

was moment will

be muffled in a

sleep or mattress

slumped and sopping

on a curb will

be the death last

week the f

light is wrapped in

bloody newsprint's

mist sspeeding

out of control if

control could foam

the kaos de forming

in the warehouse's

dank petroglyphs or

water's towered

walls on hill

where grass dis

solves was cloud-like

stuff

Something sensed in

Ivan Argüelles' “The Death”