CONJUNCTIONS: A Web Exclusive
Eric Linsker
Common Day
Our failure in the waves
What is left of wind scuffling through wind
All meaning no content
A crust blossomed off by looking
Like human faces lapsing
Into the smooth body of the world
If they looked at it
The wind scuffling through the wind
Shaking hands on the shore of the sea
They cuffed the ragged waves
That decay into their growth
And they said in their houses
Nothing speaks against this
You hitherto bend forward
Then is the sea what is not
Happening the extravisual cresting
The mind at this point without
The goal of ending itself
The glacial sheets
Only indirectly by being
Rather than the anticipation
Insisting Experiences
Pyramid Song
everyone is going to sleep sapless foliage of the ocean
this is one way of saying goodbye all together
humans covered in water standing
in cinnabar on video saying yes constituting the image
of our army
a boy watching screaming into a fan
as we return to the sea let it be without hands
though it lave the gate
called praise
and a green violet-ear bent
still over the water
more and more you have the feeling
it happens people stop halfway
and go back
rain directed under the face
then again but with more looking
behind the wind blooming
to their advantage
and the gray sheening across your hands
and voice
when you help another even
pulling the blanket
over that is a help
and when I cover you another city
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