at some point i become a biographical writer
of auspicious friendships. "my technique’s extending feelers:
discerning opportunities, cuts, turns, when the kernel
should shunt itself to arrays of comparability."
says the contemporary propinquiter (one from some
glittering grey-eyed self-starters this birthday party has
drawing out corners for a hypotenuse-to-nothing-
all-so-suddenly-the-february-last-to-occur
is a nigh inexhaustible example of charming)
here to another there, "was a town that had a tempo
to let live enough to avail, be able to do it,
the project: to project life into the alternative
copious slow opposed to usual hollow slow." know-
ledge of slow towns collects along utopian small talk
amongst those for escape and those for where to hold onto
life [like all necessities, some indulgence, and children].
what is setting? reclaimed textures of wood — ambition — form
the total anniversary. the year can now begin
where the sun is. "if you can’t stop the machine, it's broken.
if i can’t go back to slow town, i will break the ground here."