Discrete Math: Transubstantiation

Having realized that there is no such thing
as a diminished idea of motion, the sentence
cooled its heels. The sentence wants to trail off and fizzle.
A beach pit fire. Mushy ashes.
Little apocalypse.

Sentence wishes for lucidity and ever-present luminosity:
the infrastructure of the moon in the pattern of twenty-six letters.

give yourself over to lexicon          arbitrate between dark and light

most particular of particulate matter—grammar—in the eyelashes,
     clouding, obfuscating

seamstress
seam/stress
the stress at the seam, the ground zero, the pharmakon,
the suture of ________

a talking in tongues, a laying on of hands, what can only be prayer riding the air of the body past linguistics into sound
into meaning into shades of meaning
into that’s not what I meant

where is the wayside, that I may let x fall by it?

Gendered chairs in the living room discuss you at tea time.

In what order did you fall asleep to this world?

A termite flies onto the tile floor and dies. A laugh track over the struggle.
Wings stilled.

Minutes become loose and immeasurable.
The cracks in your dinnerware web outward toward ruin.

Drive your face off a starved highway.
Your sprinklers are on a timer.
Water falls in machine gun spray on the topsoil, wormy in its
     wet ephemera.