reception loses tenure.  static finds craters
to sink into deeply, constructing anchors, and
securing uncertainty.  he lifts his paintbrush and

casts it into the obscurity.  pigment seeps into
the gray spots, uncertain spots, spots without structure
or strength. and

there is static:      i hear it.    i can verify it.
verisimilitude is not way to confirm the existence of every
plausible thing but   : :::       :: ::      ::     : : zap

(poetry is   what is lost in translation) [1]



[1]  --quote from robert frost



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