CONJUNCTIONS: A Web Exclusive
Notes on the Enclosure of Beams
Amy Catanzano



A future character of ownership maps it.
I am squaring iron dunes
assuming each side of the solar aquarium.

Blurs a different tradition figures bend.
The translucent border mostly invented the cell and veil.
That the cell brushed away its veil. The veil looked longingly
at the winged arrow. The arrow, a blurry wing, shook its
optic cells from its claws.

Exits got larger and larger
because the world, to endure exactly down the center.

Causal, an escape from gravity.
Causal, your perfect tunnel.
Circling in the splinterhole sky.

It was majestic sweetening
the properties a little:
banishing below scenes,

multipliers of the mouth to mouth.
Darwin centers of the brain play reenactments,
a comedy gearshift

accidental myself among them a head of eyes:
wiring whose mission prevents
prevalent laws from advancing,

rejecting all context for the space
of appearance—absent, unaccounted for, a flourishing.