This has a little epigraph by choreographer Elizabeth Streb.
And it's called "Answer Day," and the epigraph,
it bleeds into the first line.
"I guess there'd be no way I could say a heartbeat wasn't
a pure move, but."
"By that moment, we crept onto the bridge,
and that moment remained strung from tunnels, one
the parent dovetailing nicely, and one
put past us, each multiple into a several world.
What if I just retreat into the shade
and you continue talking, taking in the sun?
Vanish and not once rehearse, leave trampled the grass
uprearing near your rhapsody, my goodbye
at the bottom of a warm bowl only you fill, only first
a prompt.
All right, what flavor ice cream does Olivier prefer?
Horizon collision is still no such thing awake at night.
Choreographer versus the single vantage.
Is one standing or is one left standing?
Please embed a franker engram.
When nothing to speak of sank, then the Earth
itself transcendent manifested a fold.
But leave the tower.
The coming world, too, drags retrieval over the site I
inmost lost you.
The listener you are, the less alone.
Is nothing met in the black synesthetic?
Must just be a man has a vas deferens
and, gradually, two men have vas deferentia.
Dovetailing is not a pure move.
A pure move is one which cannot be stopped.
I beat my heart back perpendicular.
The ongoing will have its barrier preeminent again
and, to prove the course, again.
Salvage may be lain like a bridge on either side.
Morning sets the vigil on end and raises
even with where were you question of white buildings."