Close of disclose closer to closing. Clothing.
Birthday bones wrapped in skin. I enclose a gift.
This is a repetition not because it sounds like one.
It begins by oscillation, plateaus and then it looks like itself enough to distance
To not know itself, so it can hide itself without its own knowledge
The unfolding, taking clothes off, by literally putting them on.
This is the same thing.
Disclose of the closest to non-disclosure of writing. Cloth.
The thing I put it on is the thing I put on. I put in.
I am put in.
Non-knowledge of acknowledgement.
It begins because I can give myself away.
My Self to myself and myself to My Self. I dress really well.
Life is on the surface, going in is not knowing, either.
After the plateau the promise of its opposite might revise the surface. Dying.
Either or more what I put back on – repeat my dress sense
Acknowledge of gift not wanted. I cannot give myself away.
Knowledge of giving not-wanted.
Biography of hairs growing from out of the skin.
The skin covers itself in skin. Skin is not skin.
Texture and text.
Knowing how to put it on without it
Is the acknowledgement
The acknowledgement of dis-closing, un-clothing
To forget, to make sense, to put it away
To look at it again, having not seen it for a while
Dead skin – the last before the skin of the skin
I dress it up, cannot give it away
Sense-making sense, wrapping, not uncovering
Undress of the wound
Unwrap the curtailed, the curtained
Uncorpsing, dead instead
The self-eroding coast
Self-erasure under a sweaty cloth
Closure to being close, closer to being again
Repetition is the fundamental
because it does not suit the same way
because it does not suit the same thing
I am covered in it, discovered in it
This hairy uneven texture soaking in the sun
Self-involved, uncomfortable, expelling itself from itself
Overwriting the meantime
Accepting or not accepting the gift
Taking giving away for granted
Given to it
The unasked so the unquestioned.
Being absolutely famous for throwing the body away
repetition only has to be skin deep to make something by itself impossible
I do not dress myself
An address of acknowledge
To be addressed if how can I address
Closest to going away to be far enough away
As much as living to giving and having been-given everything
In it I give to live
Endless birthday wishes
Like Birthday wishing
No greater government to give itself away
To acknowledge itself in front of the other side of not knowing
A surface covered in clothes more real than the ones I wear
It opposes my gift with its own birthday wishing
Its own ossifying self-discovery
But I do not know this
It looks like me but I could not kill myself on its surface
It almost suicidally disbelieves in the distance of my death
But it cannot die instead of me
This is why we should always be wearing our clothes
To acknowledge the nudity of why it is done.
To make it that naked.
Of where it is done. Address of happy birthday
A forgotten day of an unforgettable time
Closing in on the dis-closure
Unwearable, very worn.