Reversible Dispersal, or Slipped Infinitive

Now there can be no realization. I gather shards of tense / from the abundant blue confusion. Cuneiform or acanthus thus suffice. There is no rosy gnosis to this. The kiss persists, enclitic to it but involute. Cadence to coda. A sequence of gamuts nested in diffusion or the locus of an enhanced delay. 

The Enunciation of the Becoming After

The anxious cricket in my ear implicates itself in my impending disintegration, not to mention deafness and notwithstanding an indefinite aura of aureality to these copies of aethernity. I beside myself with the pallid multitudes and their Martian ambition. The sinthome of this is parthenogenesis. An indexical disposition (or inchoate state of attenuation) juxtaposed with the errant paraphernalia of a spectacular indulgence. I beside myself again and again with diminishing resolution.