Within a few paces, one straddles the erotic, the synesthetic and the memento mori.
Because an opulent tongue contours my hip
Because the music arrived in ochres, greens,
Because I wanted the music to articulate me
Because lacking ardour, the surroundings were
Because I am pronoun in disguise as sediment
Oana Avasilichioaei Limbinal
The anaphoric piling on of “because” clauses never culminates in a complete sentence. All is arrested. Be cause. Have effect.
And so for day 1975