Marks abridging the distance between yes & yes.
In stars, entanglement that is the root of arson &.
Syntax: houses we may writhe in, shedding eyes.
Or to return on Ouroboros wind, consumed.
The copper leaf, the harbinger body circulating.
Division: the skin’s fine-printed want to be fixed.
Out of scale, the mansion slits space, flakes air.
What answer to the red elixir, flame on its side.
The lamp to stone: to need; how longing is mapped.