i'm calling 
chest-deep

from the new

cool urban lots

& have with

me here a 

very fine grant 

proposal 

that's really 

cutting up 

the present 

century for 

love of first 

recursions

among 

which we 

manage to 

flake enough 

sense off

the rigor

mortis of 

an effaced

quarter to 

call back 

the sour body-

dark AM

side of what

though finite

still took

forever as

if before a 

"daily basis"

is established

there must be

some kind of 

energetic

anesthesia 

amassed

wild above

waste and

scale in-

side what 

arrives in
anybody's
inbox

every other 

glance at 

a time