Don't know how
the losses like dead seagulls
the memory is but a pretense
rage of the sea
caught in the attempt of counting,
as light as a feather
as light as the knowledge of flight.
The beach is full of "dirty tourists"
uncertainty about italics and eugenics
the science of scientific names
are the carrion birds eating themselves; resembling crisis
and if the seagulls are dead we are human resource
I mean, they will eat anything
I mean, the announcement of a punishment is a threat
Call it law
is it law and order: taxonomy
or law and justice: executive function
I think language is a process of accounting
to get to the beach we have tried to work
we barely scraped together something resembling rent
but only in knowledge do we have a sense of "almost there"