Account

Obsession is guarding the thought

because it is impossible

there are spies everywhere

within the certain lack

revisiting work

their wisdom, ever sicker

stands over the river

and sees itself

their option, illusion and curse

is paid to dissolve and distress the aspect

I like to watch my shit disappear

round the U-bend

to see out the end of the plan

eyes closed to the source

I fill my nostrils

with disappearance

with no full length mirror

no reasoned clarity

no apprehension of substance

no subraction

no words

no weathering, patronising, bagging, hugging, wanking the storm

no penalty

no advocacy

no frame

check my account

and know these words are in