VII. The Postman Always Rings Ideologically
The retrospective always rings in topographically
Four strands stand for quips out of timing.
Within distortion another torsion as of reading.
Until it wept and swept itself away.
It is what it is and what it stood for.
Then how would that come to mean what it does?
You can't just ease into the flanks of meaning as if you were equipped.
These are things to puzzle over before you even get there.
To that place where time won't tell. Eclipse.
What would you from a quilt compose?
The blindspot marked by a single aspirin.
An uppercut to reality when it pretends not to be looking.
The anarchic, not the chronological sidekick.
Stars webbed out of chimneys. The bright soot nears you.
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