Passwords inside order-words

like promises inside questions
are a Chinese Box of one inside the other
nested extracts prefaced by brevity stetched taut
past the wage of economical linesofflight
lake lights, break waves, ruptured undecidables
crashing flows of overcodedequivalents
in plan(e)s of mattered movements
like cold clay dripping off the skin
from fingered form that words can never speak
"What density, what lines of force!" sings Sartre
while every line a burnished pool of centripetalled pours
a profiled face that counts
how many silver lines reside inside
describes relations of becomings and begoings
intimatewithinitself and all its lines lead back
to probe-head-Christ-face-joy-of-all-desires
crashing loops around the blind the cure