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a counting couldn’t claim everything we needed
any more than looking could or any more than a
guess there’ll always be some horizon hung like
shabby cloth over an uncertain edge walking
it at risk is all you can do is all you need to
a piece of rock to hold in mind. part. of the larger
here. limestone possibly. shale with it. maybe three
hundred million years of lying about. as and. in the
whole. as if patient. to be held in human terms. this
steady strata confided. to eyes. deposited indirectly
steep in streams. of the blind flow. or stilted one.
a line of
After cat tried
we sat with short grass
that thing right next to stillness
one is expected to post somewhere
to confirm one’s social haecceity
that thing right next to stillness
So, Mr. Groovy. Denser, my photons are enough today. So,
tell me, Madame Minima (whose heart is jiggling in a
red bright can of Tomato Points) which epoch shall we
pick? The Agon of Chrysalis? The Pretenceous Devoidic?
I’ll meet you there. All done up in these Hesitation Blues.
If in our sleep say an arch. Built of perfect religion.
Then the shadow and the copper cup. Trestles over it.
I put my mind away again. Watch the beautiful river.
Last night the geese crooned. The crickets a chorus.
We believe in God. The word. And the subtle shove to.
Enjoy the limp of light. It’s a wrecked and splendid.
Day. In fact I’ll hymn it for you under here tonight.
in a slow rain
lake is still but
a loaded brush
all at last
turned into everything
don’t just anytime
stop what been
what been happening
from going on
ain’t no poet no hands
if this were emotional. all my sky were an exhibit. and of teeth.
pardon runny tears and nose. this emotional commission best-known.
for the day everything happened correctly. scheduled to be made up.
after one’s desire crickets and vultures. past horizontal wondering.
you for example cannot or must not be one. one sky of emotional eye.
one individual thread or threat of emotion. grin or grit of teeth.
your face was the tool you forgot to sharpen. in beauty a contract.
that your body had emotions. and you almost died. of a body in time.
being silenced in a range of light. quickly now. hush your face your.
well-known teeth. in buckets of stars. emotional as a certain thing.
aren’t you afraid. then the calm slope of a chair. you were beaten up.
if this were emotional or a single life. work the system this way or.
that. thought a friendly diner. everyone looking at the camera now.
i’m sorry i was afraid i was saying something emotional in my teeth.
it was a quarter after sadness and freedom. i was reading a book for.
the last time. just from the legalities and emotions. how red & pale.
this respect for life and color. carried all the way to the door. she.
the first of the beans. has her own responsibility and seemly emotion.
you could feel then many millions of seeds. one of you will be detained.
is an artist. like the wasp. its voice in this room. as voice. its body on the other side. inside the wall. puts through the wall. a sound.
is an artist. so what you’ll do when you get there. what anyone cares about out there. having told them it’s nothing. nothing at all.
is an artist. of never quite getting there.
this is the same language we use. to do anything in the world that needs language. let us be precious together. if not precise.
around the places you’ve never been. maine, for example, there’s a prophecy. in all your life you’ll never visit. exactly never there. precisely not there.
is an artist. as understanding a whole life has avoided itself. look away, please. nothing to see here. a whole life has done just that. and who let it.
as one who dislikes most inches and marks of itself. its face its voice and lies. the whole sky of a mind. without god. it is a silly one. with. who knows. a chance.
to have done this and that. without love but in its shadow. say you are for it or against it. this or that.
as an artist. or a person.
It looks like the lake on a partly cloudy afternoon. White below blue, then a boat pulling a kid. Then, once the waves pass, gray. Then, you guess, some dusty green murk.
And the lake’s coming at me. But don’t worry. I’m safe inside.
You make a mistake to write from anywhere but … sure, the love may show up as anger or confusion or fear or determination … but love’s informing or mistaken … from the basement and below it.
Or in their beauty they turn away like cattle knowing or not knowing market day comes soon. Or heron-legs tap the lake surface and there’s a little fish. So they fly.
what finds itself offensive. to what.
as far as such could be. or. such can be said. or. said by one who says it.
writing turns up. the underside for reading. or. repeats the well-lit. or shaded surface.
the shaded and the frightening. parts. unavailable to one state of life. one must be like this. not that. not that ever anymore.
stop your tongue. your tongue is stopped. fingertip taps. a way.