not (at) one’s frame, or at existing, while (though) pressure is in it, is it (the physical frame)
only
there’s nothing outside — man kneeling horizontal lying in snowing outside — for oneself kneeling in intense action.
he’s only overflowing on rim as sky not snowing
where sky’s snowing overflowing
bow encrusted trees — not snowing — man’s horizontal lying while waiting, cold — (for oneself kneeling) — is sky being split, as: ‘not’ snowing
his is overflowing rim of sky — in undercutting snowing sky
itself is overflowing — his is being ‘inside’
it’s enervating to ‘unmake’ sole connections apparently formed in one’s (cubicles) by having to be in an other ground of them only — as one (only)
the physical body has nothing to do with this
interpretative is the ‘fixing’, and as such distortion of phenomenal activity (per se, not simply fixing the view of actions)
an ‘outside’ outwardly-articulating ‘social’ interpretation which qualitatively changes the object of its consideration — as does the inner ‘warp’, which warps in order to see its own reverberation — is there
he’s/someone’s not interested in anything, a corpse
he doesn’t die — he just lay on himself — while living (?)
so there’s not light life
a man having me over, a woman who’s there whom he considers to have higher rank (than ‘mine’), which conception flatters him
as a pair substantiating his social order which is arbitrary
not abandonment
The rib cage floating in the shock occurs later, not chronologically — so that concentrating one at first chooses a moon bounding floating — in sheets of pouring rain, as that occurs. A man clothed in black in the black, sneaking as feet placed side-by-side, like a big fox carrying a stick that floats out horizontal on his shoulder (dragged behind) with his wild eyeballs seen — our (my) wild eyeballs catch in the black
We’re running outside tearing after him like bats on the boards a line — in bare feet by torrents of pouring snow in the sky — rather than the moon as chosen bounding. As one’s sole movement’s
silk black iris that’s chest/thorax lifted off (set down;
weighing) it doesn’t come
from them — is lifted off breathing, outside of one —
that is, one — weighed: not in the air, it is in the air
thorax black silk iris not image, breathing — in the air, yet weighed — weighed is it being lifted off
(the frame weighed), it in the air
black of night isn’t dependent
they appear — there
recurring
having to be ground under, socially — for nothing — hit on, as insignificant yet not to ridicule — being so, by them, when a woman say is carried (by them) never ridiculed so it is not of one —
people don’t hate everyone. some while participating never did.
the physical body didn’t
ever
the place is always. what’s coming is people attacking as sustaining their being in existence.
the one black oar parting the blue in fact — it is conditional on spring. I am.
bud — outside — but which is fully open — because outside of one as occurring lightly
a ‘burst’ that’s from one being returned to oneself — after one being away (outside). the outside is one’s awareness
The writing is not narrative ‘telling’ the story or stories of events. Rather, it is movements, a movement that was a ‘real’ event where all is fictional as phenomena. So history is scrutinized by phenomena, observed as minute, particular — and thus ‘fictive’ as haphazard moving.
Biography that is not ‘completed/whole’ ‘a life’, poems, fictions, not-illustrating, are not an early form, undeveloped narrative, but as mere movements are subject to scrutiny by phenomena, are ‘the life’s’ construction per se.
The motions of a small poem, of a sole event, of whatever nature — social repression, yet as movement (as written) — are not events compared to each other or ‘event’ually showing a whole construction — of themselves (even) — not imposed, but sole movements’ ‘fictive’
one thinks — (young) — living to endure poverty. starving people. because of that being the physical body, in fact.
there’s no poverty of the physical frame of anyone.
so if there’s any there’s no basis
(dying)
