the winded blood

“wind in the blood” 's hah

“time” infarction stray hairs

waver in's last breath's br

eezey voice “internal dropsy

of the brain” congeals yr

skull )was ants climb a tower(

“dead earth upon the earth” )P.B.

Shelley( I sprayed a deed and

cowered in my dusty mouth it's

wrinkled fog peed and crawled

“all was empty air” )P.B.S.( was

a sandwiched knife will be the

bed of frogs and stones “their

brains knocked out” )P.B.S.(

my blowing silence “le mot

fenêtre un mur le bouche”

)Paul Éluard(

''...ídiot-like he stands...

- Percy Bysshe Shelley