██▀█▄ ██ ██ ██▀██ ██▀█▄ ▀██▀ ██▀██ ██▀██▀██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██▄██ ██▄██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██▄██ █▓░█▓ ▄▄░█▓ █▓░█▓ █▓░█▓ █▓░ █▓░▄▄ █▓░█▓░█▓ ▄▄░█▓ ▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ██▀██ ██ ██ ██▀██▀██ ██▀██▀██ ██▀██ ▀██▀ ██▀██ ██ ██ ██▄▄▄ ██▄██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██▄ ██ ██▄█▀ ██▄██ ▄▄ █▓ ▄▄░█▓ █▓░█▓░█▓ █▓░█▓░█▓ █▓░▄▄ █▓░ █▓░█▓ ▄▄░█▓ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ a plain text chapbook km.nada · @leaf · special.fish july · 2026 ❧❧ Dyadic my symmetry when the whistle calls unhindered and not so repressive as to look into such forlorn eyes who ask “do you love me?” damn philistine compass led once again to the rusting gates of morality and out from the Zen shoe shop I walk barefoot over the ground’s misery. ❧ Dyadic my symmetry empty pretends the hole full of self esteem of nothingness who went in search of something blackbirds are the shadows of the sky rumorous hollow of the childs eye scars the horizon. ❧ Dyadic dreamers transparent dreamers employed by flesh the poetry of the body embodied in the spirit of the myth of symmetry. ❧ Body Be Art in dyadic symmetry Body Be Art or become weapon Body Is Art in the poetics of love Body Is Art in the politics of absence in the politics of immediacy like in pottery empty vessels might become the art of hollowed bodies. ❧ Dyadic my symmetry and the lies of pragmatism and the intelligent poet who knows when and where to exit the page. ❧ Dyadic my symmetry in the age of renewal or in the separation of I from eye or of the eye from the page the eye that wanders wonders which way is ought? ❧ Empty body organless body odorless order-less body Artaud screams “Body Without Organs!” a Deleuzoguattarian wet dream no, my ass is not a wolf but little by little Red came anyway and we both howled at the (hollow) moon. ❧ Dyadic my symmetry beneath the crown lay the roots holy molar (holey holy molar) a cavity to the divine divine decay where growth lays dormant coming up for breath between each wake dreaming that I am a lobster red as her lips red as her gate. ❧ Dyadic my symmetry where our sheets become sails we sail the sea of fuck wink twice if you are faking where I cannot this is my disadvantage our lack of symmetry. ❧ Dyadic my my symmetry [dada] my daydream daydreamy daddy dyadic these diabetic diatribes synthetic saccharine pools of mush reflecting narratives glowing with self. ❧ Dyadic my symmetry in the warmth of a new day never a fall day never a winter day dyadic days back to back back to back dyadic days never a winter day never a fall day of a new day in the warmth dyadic my symmetry. ❧ Pull me polemical or call me dyadic in the mythical symmetrical mystical liminal attic of I ❧ Dyadic my symmetry where the left is droopy and the right always lies to me and the intersection where my ribs always creak and moan and tell me I am sick. ❧ Dyadic my symmetry from beginning to end where analogy is not enough and palindromes dictate those who allow them a sin is a ‘a’ sin if I let it be and rhythm is an empty gesture if we let it be and symmetry is really something if it is left to be and something is something if we really make it something. ❧❧