says, being subject to time The field is oppressed by sky (Isn't it?) but only insofar as it's factual : the point, i.e. is to kill Under the skies &interstitial palms of our times to move about, pass from one light to the next is to me just a tail's dread limp--
so bloody (as all the beings circulating within their own cries know all too well!).
Then I return to hot breath, sleep, just where I happen to be, and everywhere I go Just unsubstantial breath