Cross back over not for “accurate devotions” but unspecific feeling, devotees, up on the wall, double cross: you get brighter or that’s too distinguishable: we killed the hen (which laid the golden eggs), its insides red – duplicity & revolution crossed like this, like this, this: what thinking of you won’t empty out, “the belly of the beat”, that’s a far-reaching name. Continue reading Infallible Rejection by Edmund Hardy