A man arrives home late, grappling with intense emotions and memories. He feels a cold awareness but is still metaphorically on fire with feelings. The imagery evokes a sense of disarray and urgency, as he appears to be in a state of confusion. There are references to bodily sensations and emotional weight, highlighting a tension between the physical and the mental. The passage suggests themes of lost connections and the complexity of human experiences, culminating in an almost desperate pursuit of warmth and awareness.
For the man getting home late to the line. He calls calling with a miniaturist's awareness (cold to touch), though somewhere still on fire. He couldn't write to save the monsoon in his eye.
Meniscus augur & hour of errors as the mercury rag spills its rings from his last good pore, his teeth shaped in greenhouse suet or little expectant pots of orchid balm in snow.
Once showed the erection tricks in his spam, the gulf's hourglass of vertebrae returned to sand, the script. Running just running after the warm.
We gnawed our brackets straight through the bee man's boy.
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