Maxwell Gontarek

From RAPIDES

Were bird
W viz.
        his little hole

The eye is what the world looks in
(and the so
        violent, alone) Who
        cannot rest

Let it let
All your bereaved checks, reacts, whatever it is I can’t manage
        imagine to say, without cause, I am hungry, I am bread

How fragile this wall is!
Agile waves of voles
        looking for their lot, into its dark like a post-

Pays of regard
Entirely tier

Laugh those waves, auric rattle of the waves at the ricochet of the waves
Until you’re stuffed
        clef

And this is the signification
Of the O?