Affection for cave, single watt

as certain as there is cum on the pillowcase
she could not          see to see

it took single cell
it took near-finished syllables
it took the crimson-blue fact
it took if not the exact colour the exact shape
it took without appearing at all
it took all goddamn night

the harder we try the harder it is to remember

how the trees stood like          YYYYYY
unravelling repairs she made by night

“there was no scientific precedent for leaving
people together in the dark”

tranquillity vs. the absence of violence
the consequence of love on the page

the doppelgänger looked just like him          but saw lime-green not crimson-blue
gave in easy to her requests          as a palm opening to its bride         
dazzling clusterfuck of fingers          reminding her         
anything would get wet if you were prepared to throw water at it

now the foreground is beyond us
just dismantling the forever

the sky’s answering machine
like, busy    \    out making, like, plans to end it all
           like, booking hotel rooms, like,
karaoke with, like, wireless headphones, like,          a rope / a rope
large enough for like the whole fucking sky to slip through

and the lyric waited
for the lyricism to begin

waking up to sightless dreams
waking up to the unification of an all-you-can-eat government
           the mouth trying to emulate the whole sorry face
\ the overbearing elegance of the stalagmites          just blaring in the free air

the generous highway on fire
the highway generously on fire

waking up to charlotte’s mouth          the future of no-future
waking up to an idea that became t-h-e idea
waking up to plastic hangers dressed in something altogether more terrifying
woke up in colour memories / o blue,          arise
or, like,           it could have been lime-green         
           woke up to!
the sensation of the room taking off
fruit sweeter than ever before

whole glades of fingers
hugging her insides
she put her ears to its desires          one fat fist in an open-air cell

and the lyrical thought
was deemed pleasurable and so unpublishable

then the syllable spoke for itself
then night unravelled through the trees
then this is no kind of forever
then the language forgot transcendence          like,
a cockroach in the dark / like, Signs of Concern / like, sitting in sickbay
watching everyone else play ball
then the sky called 999 from its hotel room          “overdosed on blue”
          the trees refusing to assist
layer-cake-like atrium          sky ready to fling itself over the sorry stairs
then the light evaded a use
then the soul remained terrifically unstirred

 “j’en ai assez”           the lyric no longer had the right to remain quiet

the stalagmites began to drop in succession
finally then the palm tasted the free air
then the present came ever closer
then my sweet little doppelgänger
then my sweet little doppelgänger
then the thought came strongest
           periodically turning on the light
then it touched the fact:

never around          but through
through but          never around