The first page of a poetry series I'm working on. Right now it's called "again and again".

Enunciation of the fervor. A blip in the cosmos. Drip of syrup tipples from fork edge. Times fodder. Food loosens, grips down the gullet. Shot a pierce. An arrow pierces air and finds comfort. Lines betray. Try deep breathing into belly. Spill over your thighs and sink. Meet three folds of body. What thrills through which body when words like circumspect slot into their places. Putting letters through their paces. Letting.