a face rises from beyond the forgotten horizon: what is nameless looks towards me, blinks, and i am reflected there words, gravel on the shoulder of a reason- able intention i touch the arrived which presses its de- parting against me (and i feel only my own hands)— the throb of the self-evident, self-insufficient

the hero does not live here come and find where i have hidden you warm unknowing-skin, this the hero can not live here is the shelter of the uncontainable that has seduced every lip dream memory into its service.