… all known the breakage solace to collect in the corridors once taken of in the warp of stone weight burrowing in with the teeth of escapade/ known of spectral ache as if once were to delve into the following on from in ochre rot colouring the blood-light’s shadow emblems clear as once could/ a garden of stone collect where the flowering meat blossoms in the depth of regions flow of the once to collect given to the stray sky a film of nothing above the fleshed verandas of desire/ cold ache of nothingness/ spat out the frugal extant of being in to the hilt of in-dreaming where to be is to rub earth in one’s eyes cast off into some vague distance/ coil upon coil in the rip of becoming null merely the voidal tangent exposed to the lightless pageantries of flayed winds to caress the burning body of expire/ blood to welcome to the absolute of retrace one’s steps from out of where the image flickers in the breeze of the exposed flight … the hands reek of blood of the skyline an extension of failed light upon the current the circus reduct nothing of the turning blood whereto meat absolved to expound upon the known weight of echoing out into a decaying surface littered with bound bones & aching nullity/ exposure collapse till turn of what secrets in the subtle coil of sexed colours & the restraint of slaughterhouse emblems turning in the fields of abandon littered with carcass entities of voice/ all sung to the extent of known these are the blessed windows into out of which where to burn is to love nothing of in spite of final edge across which the words cascade into some foreign absolute/ skinned of purpose to unknow/ unfollow/ in the drag of winds where to lock hold churn of in the spent forage emblem lights/ sudden as speech is the absurd carriage of tines that gather in the parched throat/ all sung all known from all cleft beginnings restless to burn of… sought nothing as was said to the extent of which all barren circular of in the burn- white ditches dug for the exit-signs merely to of in some spoken a breakage shattered glass overtures reckless to touch where the scar tissue stillness neither of in the burn of surface collect in a wry exposure where striation echoes … all sought where nothing ever there as was in the repeat of turning the surface unto the horse head severed wrapped in wax paper yet nothing of the bloody severance of taste one’s mouth is to bone weight & sudden as if to discharge the extent of vision collecting in the singular sense of being-in of the diameters no longer relevant… till sought of dawn… adrift adrift in the special hours that count for nothing as ventured known the sparkle the top of the sky the earth & ever … extracted the tongue of the garotte & the burn of histories in some collective absurdly fashioned no … speech non-speech … so it was as if so too in the rip of papyrus cast to the ends of tidal… stickleback winds to caress the barbed shadows of redeem from … wry what burn … intoxicate of bled to the expense of merely the flesh of barren clumps of meat where sickness sarcophagus claim of the one-sided the wreckage emptiness songs for the love of absence to collect in-parch of throat all sung in the devour … asked of the skeletal crew the nothing the extent of animal breathe surfacing in the night’s longshadowfall in the nothing of the focus I … subtle to collect the surface tension in the drag of all-known terse the occlude haven of till drift all known of to touch rhythm emblems of which in the devour a subtle circuit recollect leverage knowing of the expense of what known … all seeker’s desire & the songs that burn effortless in the silence to the sounding of words that crack the thin film of the sun’s vibrate … known what known & the expense … shift 1 2 3 4 5 + 0 of the equation turning in the exit-signs of null to surface from the ice-clad depth of design & forage … where known what known escapade … fixative light stretch out to caress the surface in the night … flowering the touch the effortless desire … the body vacant & the space between where to breathe of is to solace clad in braille shed the sudden as if to ask of whereto known is to …
Michael Mc Aloran is the author of over 60 books of poetry, prose, and art. He has been published by Erratum Press, Oneiros Books, Incunabula Media, Infinity Land, & Editions du Cygne.