He Evades Genre Again 3

An alter ego or shadow-become-self wallows in the textual minutiae—this is not a form issue or a boundary. Something hovers in the periphery of reading. Where are you looking? Several windows open on your page; there is no narrative presence in the narrative. Evasion is such a word; my motion is unframed. There goes the turn now! The question becomes unclear: how does one write? Take the text in. An endless sequence runs the risk. Even the sentences are changes, corrections, revision, less than. You see, Poem is. Boredom disappears into notions and pages fly. Full stop.