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Fenestral Cline, or, The Minor Disappearance



















“The Greek adjective idios means ‘one’s own’ or ‘private.’ The derivative noun idiōtēs means ‘private person.’ A Greek idiōtēs was
a person who was not in the public eye, who held no public office.”
       —Merriam-Webster, etymology of “idiot”

why not lithe knot will you disappear k/not
The rufter will calm the falcon’s photoreceptors, thereby acuminating the senses upon removal



re/arranged
the world divests
itself of synaptic reflex







like exuviae,
like tendrils,
tapered & pressed vision’s exit







wound waxes and wanes
sinuous apprehension,







a k/not of finials’ undefeat
my wont to ever appear won’t disappear knot

k/not i w/my notted I will i disappear thy eye

burned in perish
able passings


               ,confers responsibilities onto each beholder towards that which the eyes

                      err

                                                  to re move








                          a practice of the mouth is to covet its prey

                          in reality, this is an imposture permitted within practice
                          in private and public practice, this is a grievance about reality




with a lunellum eyes knot a way into the promise of pores


at any cost our is are wont to k/not thy hide





and re member  supplicant,
overturn the stone
to witness the barb
of an arrow in pursuit
of two hands conspiring
to burn the excipit into                                    / incaustum
the hide and excise an
incipit out of a tenuous
belief thereof



                        rehearsals wherein I repeat you (all) “in practice”


                        and,
                        “in reality”
                        the embarrassment of this open secret could be less of a burden





it threatens to promise a knot by thy very hide

the origin of privacy’s leather

‘Atomic Specious Present’




‘the correct account
of subjective time will […]
become more a matter
of preferred boundaries’


unconsoling in practice [in private] and unbearable in public [in reality], privacy emerges within the public as a response to the pub-lic’s practices,



privateyesd privateness, its it-ness now very expensive

whose private tears tear up in public dirts?





‘in the expanse of riverbank
available to awareness’
‘cracks in the façade’
‘[of] temporality’
‘inflect everything
with relentless progress’





and is therefore a re/emergence into its own [private] reality in which its [private] practices exert influence over whichever publics
they so choose
it must get so disgusting in a pool so petit

don’t be afraid, I didn’t come to hide but to weep



a shape drawn to abandon becomes a line—this is progress

a line lures the k/not into its thread, and in doing so, forgoes an account of loss in exchange for a measure of control—this is regres-sion

subsequently, the logic of maps and constellations—this is stasis








stasis—‘civil strife’, or, the act of private unlearning scaled to the public
private eyes, publicly hide thy private hide

lest it get disgusting in thy public pool




in private practice the eyes need not arrive and can remain suspended in an indeterminate position for an indefinite amount of time











stasis in which I repeat to unlearn you (all),
a banality no longer operable as scandal,
yet unbound from promise [in practice]


worry not I am wont to k/not

I am was and always will be

To abandon become fathoms you must learn to love






by splayed necks four flowers
bound to limpid habit
display their votive spines towards
passersby already inured to severance




re/arranged, the world
reciprocates                                        
 
/                               
withstands gratitude
out of habit                                        
        



talking to you

a body of water absolves and memorializes its most successful lie

someone else apart from me to fathom become’s abandon






faith is ground to belief’s figure
as belief is figure to faith’s ground
hence the red abyssinian splits its leaves


and bows back out of custom
betrayals of progress / 
reciprocity, it will be a relief to go on without you


which is to say, endear yourself to a boundary in order to betray it

can you keep a secret?
for faith is a system of beliefs





                                                 a wind pollinates the shore with sandcastles

                                 to fathom heavens in one hell, flay the skin of the drowning lake

                                                        implicitly, we were never here



I am not your enemy