from the adrift of samus aran
i bloodied myself Like an Elbow ; like a body's Gearon the corners
of endless
White rooms ; i was the cumulative
effect
of movement in Eight directions – the culmination ,
[ of ]
effect a
Body rounded
to Zero , Displaced
like magnetic paint
in spilt or spilling water .[the artist descends , smearing
black – white Mud into a series of cascading
stains ; ]
from my FISTS there is Fire ; bloody waste , discontent ,
vengeance . I don't know why I continue like this . ask
What is foul
in the belly of Antos ?
i meant to say ,
why must I always arrive
into blood, with my hands
unbound , and so careless they just hang there?
