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  ¶   there is always an invisible force even when alone – together even when alone – alone there is always an invisible force conducts our every impulse i think of you ceaselessly ceaselessly you are large and vast as the ocean itself by itself shapeless without a creature inside, not a single cell, one molar tooth of matter other than water hydrogen – oxygen – hydrogen atoms a t o m s a t m o s a t  m o s   ¶1   and this, multiple lacerations, this stings like a mutherfucking skate, the kind that cuts across the ocean bottom like butter before it’s dipped in a secret batter and fried golden delicious to a crisp, served with apple compote at my favorite star restaurant — classy, keepin’ it world class, this skate a substitute for the real thing, the sting out of my price range. but it’s easy to be a cry baby over it, get it, tiny dings incur tiny debt (too small for the naked lens to kaptcha), it was only the cat’s miaow, if only i’d gone to the bank, was my only security the shore line or was it consolation, your voice only carries across the crowd when the dunes, as soon as day break, begin as the next cycle of elections begin cuts back to corral the fallen wishy washy morale, sooty tree, company, decree what greed? — i’ve none. i blink and you do not believe, deep (breathe, hon) diving in the sea bell bottoms, slight aberration, bronzen kiss the brazen sun: it is an equation and...