Josh Stanley
The true shape of proteins
It is very plausible to say that
you are the limit : the sharpened drawn out
end, if that’s okay. Where
it is that I
shall find you, tension emphasizes, at this here
bend, the origin of meaning in the spring with
the whole of the course in mind,
out of parallel departure and arrival, twisting. That is
what I should like to stress for
the moment. An iron weight of counterpoint
sounds so radically different,
like I have just lost a sound at the base of an estuary, but
on the top. I can
not even think whether you catch my drift or not.
All the
lines lead down – it’s true that
it’s a shame, that’s right.
If you were alongside, indifferently at ease
with figures by numbers,
counting what goes
obviously past
together,
each time as we
close on doubling ourselves, pick up
your careful sword, frozen in icing, say
these are the places I want to get into :
by hearsay. Not knowing
at that point (unthreatened, unnicked)
what it was that
you were talking about,
I’d
stutter low carb and offer responses that
failed to get into
the heart of the problem. To be
honest (even disabled by it, tacked into my side)
one really should not know how to
rescue another. That’s trite, isn’t it.
I mean, that would be awful, wouldn’t
it. I say I love you &
maybe
you have me there. Of course, in the
confusion I am less,
stumbling in the centre of it all :
invulnerable, now, that I can’t take any more
Calls away from you.
