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 MIGRATORY DOOR Another growl cancels the clouds. Some wind. Some flames. A swarm. Its exit opens a diorama. Here is the horse’s pulse. Egrets watch a signal redden.The backs of their heads balloon. Surplus breath unearths a horn, a migratory door.  VARIANT AQUARIUM The Ur-Mane egresses the variant aquarium. It is abstract, an illegible sea. A close-up of a close-up. This is the precursor of paralyzed film. The film cannot see itself until it becomes a creature, a terrified series of tiny black dots. Its head is me, the scariest version. I think, I might include this in my larger animal. I know its movements. This is the scene of a circular voice. My eyes are a sequence of eyes, it says.  LATENT VEINS Iris severed her screens. It created the illusion of a latent vein. I travel from speaker to singer, she hovered, across my elongated breadth. My river cannot swim. And I, the bodies it encounters, am found by a lion. It has a mechanical mane, but I force it to forget its story. I pause above its body. I forest it for water. * What Minus heard vented his head with strands of aberrant silk. The lament appended: There is no boundary to being a lamb but there are brooks inside a wake. He sealed his pupils in plumage. He fell to wet his tarps.The mollusk’s membranes burst from him humming฀i฀would฀like฀to฀sieve฀my฀skin. * My stills spilled. All I wanted was a meal of grass but my blood reversed its flight. I knelt. The marks on my chest implied a horse. It compelled me to pluck the black shark’s harp. The Blur unfurled its fangs. It stung. I wept to sweep my surface for salt.The cursed hide covered our caskets with sand.  SPIRAL SCRAP This is a cutting made from Iris. The spiral scrap on that slab of glass. Organs emit from the shavings of her story. The film in her muscles tears until two spilled waters sleet beside themselves. Her seam becomes a sibling of the frame this still is glossed from.The contours of her tendons guide her eyes through the shapes that entail the original look. ...