Then wake again into the wake of watchfulness red sky, orange-blind wrap of the most dazzling cloud. The glue is luminosity. The complete is never complete. I leave a place I've not yet gone to, arrive at another I cannot imagine, severally, severedly, leveraged and leavened, propelled and pivoted. Ready or not: I want this slough to be sloughed off right through the open 0 of mouth. But what I want is not the half of it.
109. Gloss 55. Then wake.
Excerpts from Graphic Novella
By Rachel Blau DuPlessis | 1 November 2014