It will not come
but one must, a figure

in the very word

time, or light
 or the light. Then
nebulae pulses

using needles
and small knives
and force of white knuckles
 

being become conscious
of its automatic functions
and so capable of death
by spiteful lapsing
of the will to live
 

whose musical hum
attempts to maintain the proper
cortical tone

whose reproducible scratchings
attempt to maintain
the significant series
 

or decrease with each passing day
collapsed and exhausted
and so folding in on

frozen bit, trapped in the negative.
Yet these are
“Yet these the subjective

and emotional aspects of life”
whose event A might be
in event B’s future, and now
collapsed
and exhausted, folding in

on anything, even half
if you, friend

but the ways must

weaken you and

        listen

      was with you
         and

hand, not

not

IV. REVERSE PROXY