can you hold yourself back from the temptation, the last adulation of a dying star? stirring the middle section to a beginning that couldn't have been written underlined by the gap between a maudlin daylight and a dinner standing up bells and gristle inside a gut that cannot hide from a moment that extends for all time into the watch handed down from veneration to insinuation, germinated a mold, fungus, dirt spore biologically incapable of being out in this light