I blade open the Book and the Book dream dreams me equally open.  I blade open the Book always open and the Book comma commands me to me / write Book.  I always write Book first time every time.  I blade open the Book broad carcosa and intensities of the Book fire broad blonde.  Blonde Book branches breakaway Book branches additional beak intensities.  Blonde Book raises its banner of love over me.

I blade open the Book cascade slate locusts.  Locusts swarm Books death and deaths.  Book swarms warm death crucifixions as if the locusts crucify (for dying is manner of seeing invisible insects).

(A labyrinth fully known     A labyrinth fully gnostic     A labyrinth fully mazes madison)

Book grows the dandelion labyrinth     Book grows dandelion cellar door opens cellar door leads cellar door continual doors (Doors multiply in the ribcage of the Book)

I’m having a hard time and I’m continuing to try, I say.  I’m not going to give up… You still love me even through in struggling, yeah?  And we are still Pando even though I’m struggling?  Yes, says Asia.  I feel like a drag, I say.  A drag queen? says Asia.  Be a drag queen whose whole shtick is being depressed.  Like blanket cape and slippers, she says.  Here she is… BIPOLAR BRIANNA, I say.  And then you’re like “COULD a depressed person DO THIS?” says Asia.  And you show them something crazy niche artwork that shows you are in fact depressed, says Asia.

(A labyrinth fully known drags open the Book     A labyrinth fully gnostic kneads fire fully blonde     A labyrinth fully library struggles through the maze murder mystery)

I blade open the Book ACT and DO: I’m still feel depression like DO     Blade intensities of Book caring love like blanket THIS     Book cascade called call girl girls drag in DO (she was ready to try anything)

Book swarms erotic crucifixions / I was a surfer’s orgy girl     Book hard even drag and show (soft flesh and orgies of death)

Do – do whatever this crucifixions calls crucifixion.  I do the call to crucifixion before the Book blade cascades.  I’m not too clever, you know – I just continue to carrying these crosses and write the Book wider and wider.  When the Book drags, it leaves wider labyrinth behind it.  Book hard drags and shows time mates through slippers.  Do and continually do, whether show through slippers.


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(Can I be that, in the book, dying means becoming invisible to all others, but decipherable to yourself?  Could it be that, in the book, writing becomes legible to all others, but undecipherable to yourself?  For dying is a manner of seeing the invisible…)

I steal the above passage from The Book of Questions by Edmond Jabès and translated by Rosmarie Waldrop.  I exist in this book / Book and this Book always re/writes my act of dying.  I act in death.  My invisible death to myself but open – opening of opening and the blank of the Book scarred with blood – to all others.  I do not belong to these others – I only belong to this acting dream of the Book.  My so-called body opens and spreads out its surfaces.  Surfaces disappear into the Book invisible / surfaces erupt into crack train korakoram.  Writing inscribes the unknowable upon the apophatic avalanches.  Negative snow covers the Book not-quite-legible but existence.

My body is dying – all bodies die in recognition of the unknowable Book but my body dives in process possess death.  Book possesses death a different death which drags glacier labyrinth.  Book spins death pirouettes (Book wines and dines death silhouettes and shadows sketch excess death imposing the excessive line sketch sketch death).

My body dies in sketch pursue death stretch unsteady (I feel I’m going to die and paralysis stretches my body unsteady – not paralysis but stretches my body unsteady – but paralysis parathesia)   For dying is a manner of seeing the invisible
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I blade open the Book and open the so-called body (body spreads out its surfaces)     My body spreads out Book and invisible death and undecipherable Book
	An open body overlay down to osseous overlay
	An open body often other body blood blood this grass body
This grass body gathers gross bodies     This grass body gruesome bodies

(A labyrinth: we are in fact depressed like a drag     A labyrinth depressed like blanket cape and we artwork that show then your could a drag     A labyrinth a drag a drag a drag a depressed blanket cape)

I’m working on a blog post where you tell me about poems disintegrating language and the poem “Beware: Don’t Read This Poem,” I tell Asia.  How that kind of poetry you have to learn how to swim.  If I want to write that way, I have to expect people having bad initial reactions.  I then use your conversations and the poem and disintegrate the languages together, I say.  Nice, says Asia.  How do you interpret the Ismael Reed poem “Beware: Don’t Read This Poem?” I say.  To me, says Asia, it’s about the stories we consume, the news we consume and how it shapes our reality.  I see that, I say.  I interpreted the poem as a mirror and how writing inflicts a certain kind of violent transformation if we aren’t careful.  Don’t read this poem because it might devour you cogitohazard, I say.  [I send Asia the snippet incorporating some of disintegrations.]  Enjoy this stanza especially, says Asia.

[Oceanic park dark oceanic swallows modular dark her antler word (beware her word anarchic antlers beware her word oceanic antlers / antler ambulance blues)     Park dark oceanic swallows beware do not read this poem and this poem has had you up to here]

And MULCH MULCH MULCH, says Asia.

I blade open the Book, and in the Book, dying means becoming invisible
	Open the body create other
	Open the body create one other body bronze body without organs
	Can open body orients onward word open
Blade open oceanic large MULCH on Dark Book MULCH then through dark MULCH

The so-called body spread out open its surface ocean (my so-called body surfaces upside down depths / upward roots and radials)

(A labyrinth fully known branches post your swallowed body     A labyrinth fully gnostic where conversation modular and brush     A labyrinth fully library you and dark large and you drag mazes)