flâneur

Conjunctions

conjunctions.com · 1,180 words · saved by 1 readers

For days, I have carried the notion have cupped in wet hands  like snow from a snowfall the emptiness inside numbers  the numbers reducing to their formations  a brace of sets embracing sets embracing  the empty set. And holding this emptiness becomes one.  This is the basic phenomenon of counting available even for murders, insects, the brethren of insects, the bundle of bare branches I carry.  Consonant with other emptinesses, the eyeball, the ventricle, the hollow of the muscled tube that threads down the throat and out  the pucker in all mammals but the point is  what I carry within my palms is what I have poured to make  the double apparatus shiver. But how long before I lose this breath, this glade, this whatever it is  the glad bell that still works? Before it closes bronze-faced and opaque? To knock on it my soul my soul  hear not absence but a lie A CORDELIA I define it as a blue choice. (Unbearable vibrations make a gargling sound.) I ascribe it to illness, that complement of

Spring 2026 The New Style and Other Poems Angelo Mao APOLOGIA Numbers are immortal and free but the empty set is a mutual monomer that resides in both us and them or I lie. Zero is the empty set 0 = ∅ and one is the set containing 1 = {∅} the empty set and its interior of breath, like the necessary cavity in the heart or the bladder, or I lie. The empty set inside a number is not consonant with nothing and absence or else I lie. The pages of digits, the note- books of calculations with my damp thumbprints on their cheap paper, are neither referents to internal absence nor…

saved by

related reading