inside the doll factory   revel in   the joy in this submission   traced back   the source of all infection   is framed with these pictures of dead girls      it reels from   it comes from   interred by   returns to   it reels from   erased from   inferred by   returns to      never was the same   stumbling towards the fall   never was the same   stumbling forward…   [angels body with the dead girls face]      necrosanct   in matters of flesh   you are not your skin   you never were   yet she is crucified    on the stations of the cross   nothing nears the art of the incision and   it reels from   it comes from   interred by   returns to   it reels from   erased from   inferred by   returns to      never was the same   stumbling towards the fall   never was the same   stumbling forward…   [angels body with the dead girls face]      dreamed the great divide   with the unspoken violence   of all that came before   in the language of denial   she conjures up dead things   diving into the new   dreamed the great divide   in the unspoken violence   of all one can't ignore   a permanent solution   dying into the new.