the thing about the remian stone waste is that there is a man named reme who lives there. history leaves its sloppy scrawls all over the linguistic geography. things like the fequency of invisibility. isn't the sun sinking. i see the sun sinking, but then, i always see the sun sinking. comma, comma. or the sun melts away, swarming with sunspots. there is sugar everywhere, the harsh grit of it embossing linoleum with arabic letters. & so oh jibril, oh hey grass stained hellos & goodbyes.