El Egg

Red, irresistible budding cloth of the body, not the machinery of the devil. Dubbed in duplication, Agatha's breasts. The position of the physician. Mystery, or unseemly stupefaction produces the shunning, little slips of demisommeil between eventful mass hysteria. Naked envelopes. Precision of the fact of the heart. It is a comet shrunk into a birth; an orb of eyes that haven't learned the trick of seeing what is not there. If desire is the presence of absence, then what disappears in its coming to be is the possibility. The garden of Eden: corporeal, carnal, bodily, fleshly embodiment; bodily expression, expressivity, intentionality of the body, incorporation. The spell of spilled milk, supple saplings, a supplement of liquid spirit grandfathered into cobwebs that criss-cross the flesh of a clock. Time spanners. Percent of scent. Presentiment. Dressing the body's skull with skill, culled from forgetting the incipient concupiscence. In the empty space of the cathedral, which the choir fills with equally chilling aspirations, hot air lifts its own spice into emptiness of voices equally disembodied and valueless. Mouths and solid vocal chords perform the visible oval of shapeless content. Cadaver, corpse. So many words for lifeless skin. Eggshell. Parchment. dieses Stück papier ("this" bit of paper); hat die Negation (has negation). Nichtigkeit -- negativity. Nyctalopic kite. Flesh for takeoff. Riddled by incessancy. Ceaselessly ruled. One tenth of these alternatives. Bless this fruit and may it work upon desire. It is not impossible. It is not. Desire appears. From this foetal prison, it peers into absence as into a prism. Its neck upon each stained glass window. A sidekick boasts of a body. Voyager of psychic coasts, take to your room. Trust this, and may it spawn thoughtfulness.