It shadows you in an alternate universe of everything exactly the same and so like this:
exactly the same corridors into which darkness echoes its own expansion;
the fretful beforehand as a dull prod—see there severance, see there binding,
see there an overabundance of, yet exactly as the most ordinary of the ordinary,
daily duplicities—how you awoke and found that ruin was the coin of the realm,
arcane vocabulary & a tone of stridency close to the inconsolable, rampaging at the ends
of its fragility: slabs forced into hillsides to keep them from sliding
as sickly algae spread over the watercolors in ponds as ruin grew out of it,
the biologically determined now determining its own & hunger under every stone.