| O Anonymous, you are the sigil for human,
paradigm of smells. You slay particular.
An abstract strangle knows no semicolon;
legs with knees angled, unhinged
from frames; definite clauses. Bulletproof.
The fulcrum of pelvis pestles
physic, pan elixir. Drinks coital,
cocks the retina; formula of motion:
Man and nothing, Person multiplied,
exponential sinews. All men
bed backs of eyelids, saturnine skin,
swamp seeings. Wet outer-space
en-hollows your brain-box;
un-tuned string-songs rapture-cradle
snow-sacks; the stranger-woman thaw,
belly over breast. Come whisper, come
bud (with your vast words) stranger tongue.
Finger valleys, thick galaxy ooze;
resolve your muddy churnings,
palm to clay. Be my golem,
world; and mate, be pliant; and still subsist,