useless writing

pondering this writing brush
lame foot
which suns itself longing

in the secret omega tiered beaches
where each thin sheet of ocean-water
washes equally up to its own
page-thin ocean-shore

stacked

so that the sun-sandal elongate
to become a lounge
for lame foot
writing brush

in the secret language-tiered omegas
where each thin sheet of replicated
lame foot writing brushes
places washes upon a pale grey slate roof

in the salt pan
a dying man
is half-encrusted in a salt cocoon

pondering his clumped up
salt feet (albino-hoof-sun-onyx)
the beating sun
the parched inkwell mouth

the dabs and dribs of blood
which deliver the hierarchies
to their final conclusions

somehow he perceives a vision
of medusa dressed as perseus
holding up this severed language
which like a head looks carved of stone

and there in the deep black ink eye pools
swim slick black sentences
neither lame nor fruitful
neither useless nor shield

space and language
united
in silence
as a scree of eyes
as a friction which slides easily
between the lines
of the fibers

ink-corporeal


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