because everything is turned to rubble skin of gaia tearing into pieces i would like to extend my apology i am sorry for everything the sum of it & all the fragments the end of water lilies the shattered snow globe secret nights whispered moonlight smothered by pataphor there was an era your image was an island in an ocean of nothing || just loud noises electrons raging in their mindless ballet now i've really grabbed the past by the skull refusing to acknowledge decay i've really gone off the radar i want to channel an image expansive enough to include every setting of my existence hallway || stanza || rain above capitol street every staircase in morgantown & my bottomless email i want to write my whole body inside a letter paste it over the eyes of the ceiling & call it a love poem but these are not love poems || not now that's the unpalatable thing about change consequence is its essence it does not occur continuously it is the meeting of the wail & the wall when it hits the past becomes fragmented everything that is has always been. there is no other way.