How the corners of the page curl in flame how the smoke rotates every atom of his vision on its axes

"Occluded Vessel" I collapse at the plinth sagging over the edge, a monolith knowing I can’t gulp down anymore tonight, knowing I ingested too much, spoors of spirits dispersed in the dusk like musk tracks I sip the sky admiring its lush. How will I huff my way over the hydrospheres as though I am on a plane in the captain’s pit playing with the buttons as though there is no consequence. Like I tapped the wine stains on your oxford, as though they could extend like branches in the ulna like...