Dear XXth century no one can darken skies like, have you even been in meaning? the forest on fire grows and glows with sediment gorges hauled by the clinking antiquated chain gaff: words are worms more than what it's not: "The Unnamable" "The H Age" a fucking sick hello, hymeneal subjoinder from the whole fire and the sick wick halted vertical locks by the riceless riverside this who'll (if the smokes come) carry the wind you're hair in, there being something you left.
From Virgil and the Mountain Cat by David Lau. Copyright © 2009 by David Lau. Used by permission of University of California Press. All rights reserved.