[Unfinished]

How do you fold the pages of this day into the volume of tomorrow’s night?

The book of opposites

opposes no one man

speaks no one woman

hears no one child

wears not one skin

but stretches them all

seekers and the string of [sought] revelations

have a fastening hook and the bodice of [body]

annihilations sentinels silences

where it’s cut off

while a flower

draws color: oceanic parasol

what is covered

unfolds inside

unwinds and

unstable seems

the string of sought revelations

a fastening and the body

assimilated intractable