Experience in Groups

What is language is a new needed

For the going on part of the end 

You can tell has made it here because

 

The air is with condition

The outside seems to be like anything

Placed in a lab or subway car

 

The truths are showing through

The people have chosen to be

Each moves along fresh tracks

 

On the erasable surface

Toward a tiny destiny

Wearing vraiment raiment

 

It’s maybe three days after

Or exactly during seeing

The future put on its certainties

 

I want of the opposite to speak

To say what isn’t etymology, won’t

Be money to the king above my eye

 

Reach out to the invisible third

Among every two pedestrians

Where belonging bucks its norms

 

Difference lives in the least places

Shine caught in the multiple

Lie of any kind of hair

 

You can’t tell if it’s order or not

To follow the too many paths

Just above the face, below sky

 

Long enough to forget or be

Distracted from the big geographies

Where truth first learned of us

 

In the pit of an education

In the skysick life of power

In its moving rearrangements

 

I was walking on Mission Street

In love with you while damage bloomed

The right order right in the words

 

Below the preserved fade of marquees

The little sale of needless things

Listing bodies listed just past

 

It was far too easy to get here

Standing still while white time flowed

Around its professional mourners

 

Comfortable in end after end

The next one isn’t very pretty

At least we’ll see how together

 

It provides absent alternatives

My plan to put my body between

Where it already was and is going