I can no longer
recognize myself

face to face
has become only sounds

split-skull
spermaceti

without language
I crash an animal’s name

an animal
music

unheard-of choreo-
graphy, new territory

another figure
housed at night

in the window
with the worming hair

swallowed by
the interior

in a sperm whale’s
blotting

a stranger standing,
staring at

no interposed
object
























I dream of
the outside

and when I open
your window for air

I cannot help
extending my reach

for recognition
ignition

dislodged, I find my-
self outside

the dance hall
the masthead

the mainmast
peeling away























spermaceti a
sonic fluid

a broken whale
by no means

a broken song of
no white whale

no whale
noirwhale

night-air, new crypt
a sacrament

my gyroscope
expresses circularity

in a state of
no paradise

purgatorio
a broken stereo

the extent of any
magnitude

only the nothing-sound
of emptied orbits

emptied of tears
and all that wants

this passenger’s face
this emptied vessel

the blank
of physical white

hypnotic
night

out of and
inside myself

passenger
I am no passenger

my train cabin
funicular cabin

simulation of flight
otherwise known as

wings, window
a concern for life

my vessel
expects nothing

knows
nothing

reports to no office
no officer























tapetum of
the eye

and its haulage cable
its breakaway

this rope
this line

with no sights
on you

I take my eyes
off of you

you think you’re too good
(but you’re not)

what eats the
last videotape

is only the making
of what used to make

too good to
be true

repetitive panning
in a repetitive desert

I mirage myself
to you

again, passenger
again, ideology