II. Sous les couvertures

II. Sous les couvertures

All in one breath, the capsid and envelope, makes no claims—Sleepers 
In a 14-sided Glass House, so properly called, Scheerbart and Taut’s prismatic
Refuge, whose vault could be taken from a desalination membrane; a corruption
Of icosahedron catching the inside cheek, and sensory nucleus of a trigeminal
Nerve—Nothing is ready for such ambits; curtained walls of polarized daylight
Formed for vortices, aerial attacks, or depositories for verdigris flashing—

Self-opening doors will be equally common—Senses swim, your eyes’ flashing;
Faced with this sight, I wept—Catabolism that should be depressed in the sleeper
Upends into structural beams the bent iron rails and barricades, where daylight’s
Dragonflies confound a stream for polished black gravestone—As for me, the prismatic,

Territorially vast body with neurotropic virus reactivating from creases of trigeminal
Nerves—Not clinic speak, the crucified applications of niello technique—Corruptions

Above all, from being made a dupe, of doubting these bas-reliefs; corruptions

Compelled by a serpent’s pit membrane pulsing for your heat—A ghostly image flashing

In a sand-tumbled vitrine—HSV’s 152-kilobase genome, capable of transducing trigeminal
Perhaps cervical, root neurons as a transgene, uncurling superfluous limbs—The sleeper

Cell of herpes achieves the same physiological compatibility as a hummingbird—Prismatic
And tormented—Between your teeth, where the Weeping Woman extracts the daylight

Shard of her handkerchief—Rank-ordered lists through a colored piece of glass; daylight

Transmits one extreme, then another—HSV subdues dendritic cells relaying their corruption—

The distracted prisoner in our mouth is kept by all-conquering circular transcripts of prismatic

Moments, potential climaxes—Crystalline meters reported by a tin roulette—All is lost in a flash

Of acute spinal injury, and clinching that fraying cord over Styx and human refuse, a revived sleeper,
Is overseen by an altered HSV, whose expression of cloned proteins do not inflame trigeminal

Fibers, but arrange in multi-nucleated clusters, to remyelinate—Cranial V, the trigeminal nerve’s
Mandibular branch receives the heart’s referred pain; angina stirs the teeth—Daylight

Presents ravages to meet the Hierophant (V), whose entrance requirements deter sleepers—
Self-referential, transparent but concealing, our honey-like dispersion—Matte idols corrupted

By the Cupid of confectioners—Is put into a crucible and heated in a muffle-furnace 950°C—Flashes
Of the Priestess’s news sidle from peripheral roots to infect and regenerate prismatic,

Permanent buildings with skeins of rust-proof girding—Delighting astronauts, a prismatic
Horizon outside the gaming house—Scheerbart’s Lesabéndio (1913) fancied a glassy trigeminal
Linking atmospheres and suction-clad contemporaries of a double star—Even polarized flashes
Of blue yellow in the rain-faded outlets of our eyes; I boldly trace the outline of your face—Daylight’s

Measure of melatonin now making it harder to sleep—Our gauge of it sinters into hoar frost; as a corrupting
Virus would be fused—Inserting the extrachromosomal entity by lightning or a transient sleeping

Cycle—Prismatic virus regularly washes every opening, and the brain halved at autopsy—We sleep
Two vigorous drawings with an invisible tenant; daylight arranges neutral tones, where flashes
Of absolutes and chilies develop trigeminal roots, a condition acquired of corruption—

Glass architecture needs no cellars beneath it.