Reframed: End to end. Bypassing nonnegotiable. Unstrung rackets of blather and blether. Perceptions haphazardly stolen. Pingponging tempos brush against certified static scrambling for clearance. Neither rock nor pigment abundant nor adorned.  Identical particulars quartered in halves sewn into gauzy vapor. Nine inches deep sixty paces north. Decoding plungeable delicacies should be effective. No fortunes to bury. No equations to crack. Routine flips take such damn forevers. She said her dog was named chicken. Her cat rooster. Curiouser. And curiouser I coil. Others stagger. Twist tied specs evaporate faster than I can write. Zither zealous zinc zenith.  Zap.


Randee Silv writes wordslabs. In journals on both sides of the tides. More wordslabs in Nextness, 2023 (Arteidolia Press).