Calice
Poetry
Edges of the Game

I-Ti

I shed thy skinNow all is homelycompleted the all-mostransformationde-strangerized& left it all to cride part

inventing wordsaimt speakunspoken un-repeat

oathedlet the flames burn thy skincherished & let it bloorishcasted shadowspre-cast entitiestheoryolor

sense out of un-sensestructural ways of defensebut Ito diminish & defroyfurten

semantics un-conveyvalue hereun-existentall overin the vergefluctuating in the unspoken

leaving thy words in their enstruationnonaught for naught said the gutterflylet the frooms glyfeel how they become entitiesthem once were solid shelentiesthe road leads to a break

breaks and mushesand the supposition flushesflashes to gentle the ride away

this nightsilent & all of it thus sucked out in struckdisappoarnnaught cedenaught reedenaught sheede

hoarding past the free-cadeeyes of shadows cast byunfortasting & un-dei

imagining the sight across zillionsthe time is beyond I-ti.