:::::::::::::::::::::::::CAMILLE MARTIN

noathon

the uncut thought is a substitute, a counterfeit.

it strikes under duress to outwit and beguile understanding.

 

it rehearses its nonbeginning to complete its own decay

amid doubt.

 

its find is brittle,

proving its neural mold.

 

how will the spree sway?

through a contrary source—

 

it impedes the block, overthrows

alongside its frame. it knows the wrong signature

of a mockingbird. it is a trembling blot

 

infected with significance. the highlights

dally in the infinite, and our need

 

begins our supplement. here

 

is not here. it has resolutely gone

into an other.

from “ the arterials”