how will these exposures turn out

• how will these exposures turn out given our sumptuous penury, we are rich in despite, in raised voices and luxuriant imagistic scars. i have been walking and peeling off layers and sticking others on, but what sort of glue is words. clag, that smacked and wiped me till i acquiesced in a person, who whiled their time squatting on a desk, siphoning emptiness into their womb to take the edge off. wind penetrates used nylon to be closer to us, finds haven in banners, scuttles a copse. what do they say apart from colour and debilitation and get on with it, go on with your work, abide the ferment. and if to your hands come bruised friends to be held up by their wizened wrists, their necks slack and green, you wipe them down and chide them in a put-on voice to remind them what they are, a faintest threat of persistence squirming on the head of a pin, still about to be eaten, , and the process continues. its been swell playing these cards warmed by your fingers.