( Kiln )
A line does not change, stripped out net for grate,
there is no country shapes fahrenheit
hollow for, shell, in the wound, is, irrational,
witnesses color moved by another color, lives like place
that heat beaded the accent off, this opposites, we
are poor objects, names out front.
Some clipped by certain pay cloud kept their line for
and to begin others, that years before
were a series of disorientations, my father is hint for years,
deafening, putting iron down the land mapper, that
without considering drunks in the hot ocean.
That a seductive light appears
to feature one appears too.
Hours form an intentional place which an expansive keeping
takes, the arrangement each made each killer of veins.
Once fine through but through fragmentary, them
converge onto augment, branded, wet callus, stay I noise.
Movement is necessarily described as folds
are, the profanity unmuted, peels atop everything, is,
that there is a wound does not move.
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Matthew Johnstone is author of the collection Let’s be close Rope to mast you, Old light
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( Kiln ) Matthew Johnstone $5 A line does not change, stripped out net for grate, there is no country shapes fahrenheit hollow…