above the template, the word

body

                                i am

                                            afraid (this is not

rhetorical

but recurring)     how to read (to)

the undead

                      in whose crevices

          anything can bloom !  !  !

What is attractive? This

returning to

a shadow where we meet all

ready

mapped

and folded?

                      and yet they are every

                      where         lurching

                                                           Anything that recurs

                                                           is a shadow

                   ply these dry waters