Caught in getting each chapter right, correct to a predetermined score
    some entities move tight spaces
go against the grain when the status quo is far-from-right

Here-now spaces are in/determinate and roughly so. Rema(r)kable
Never done – doing it – checking it out
Never property, never properly owned or concisely laid out at a wake with(out) the dead to mourn

Each chapter, an iteration, ignites the underscore
Each chapter walks the Antulye ridges – same route, same discipline done differently.
Some elements, particles, presences caress bodies gently, repeatedly, never sure

The beauty of rethinking, rewriting, rewalking, redrawing un/knowns is the touch of
im/possible hospitalities

    wind-rocks-Shed
fire-suns-Sing