if this were possible
height: delicious
girth: rapture
otherwise: twitch and spark
Eden blows up in your face every time
an article of faith, of froth at the mouth, of firmament
this space that should be sympathetic
blows up
space: ecstatic
place: stasis
minimal hurrahs
as if a film separates me from all there is, a longing
for extraction subsumes me
