tom taylor - poems and texts

NOTES FROM NOWHERE

2007-08-14T12:55:00.000-07:00

NOTES FROM NOWHERE
THOMAS LOWE TAYLOR
AKA ANABASIS

IRRESOLUTE DISTANCES

Fundamental muslins
Flaming literals
Poached refusals
Litany spores
Touché whore

Talent sprouts
Loser tribes
Infinite bombs
Gusty soups
Form lust

Polar disuse
Global warning
Fester swoon
Attar pulls
Afforded lapse

Appall nostrum
Late medium
Short poles
Fundamental light
Easier flues

Tepid fires
Roaming point
Direct flier
Afforded mists
Deleted absence

Knocker pocks
Lute snort
Flex stasis
Potent silence
Mute noise

Blue shies
Porn church
Flood master
Born among
Borne alone

These said
No muter

The call. Runs through me like isolated instances runs through me like water runs, through me like love’s angular distances in the room without presence or distinction, open signs are further opened by the hand that runs the drill into your being on the street at all no motor running at the ditch of accepted plasms from her voices in your steadily pounding center in the midst of hollow voices in the plane of other folks who lay down beside you each night to dream the strange songs singing in your words don’t stop but run incessantly inside each other making other sounds you can’t quickly forget nor even recall within five seconds the imagery lasting even less than now is not soon enough to make it happen again… comes the door at senses wrung aloud some noise betimes the lesser on the edge a monster in the wings winging upward into the gloom of the dying planet wrung from its promise by the suck and thump of the gobbling screaming oozing figure in the doorway wagging its fingers all fifteen of them on one hand behind its back clutching a book which has no pages filled with the lighted words which fall upon the darkening floor without pity or scorn into some destiny afforded not too soon to remember which way the trail went into the gloom with no tunnel at the end of the light to guide you in forging ahead as you must where the signs are all backward facing with hoods or clothes laid over the reflective surfaces from which no elves sing nor beat the hollow drums which muffle the screams you keep down vomit in your throat assigns no rooms to delay you.
As if awakening from a sleep no dream manifest without words to describe the passage inside the stomach of the beast who carries you further on into the glade and tempo of your own reasoning to be alive carries the distance into color or camp or colony of friends who left their own identifications at the entry to this empty maze of unlighted corridors around the cold, burnt-out pit of indistinctness which allows no solution nor conclusion arriving or leaving at the same time the solipt night which turns infinite chaos into the universe of your own pinpoints of light at the top of your head to let the air into the worm farm glutting thought forms from their own empty creation heals the center has not held but sprung alive from its own destiny like another crop failure on the dark side of the noon into which you’ve poured your energy like a sump or further sign of the unknown inside your particular darkness rancorous puke on your plate of seams.
Heads on poles their tongues blackened with unspoken drivel the last moment heard in silent screams which rhythm from one silence to and through an equally silent further allowances for spaces alienated from their scum at the top of the dirty jar we live inside the hours made unpleasant for our enjoyment no less empty that the alternative universe we imagine for escape from the conscript of our imitation together of the hour at hand an apocalypt yet forward throne of the gloom’s intensity at the sign of this scoop and rumble in the hollow of your armpits are still mined by tiny bugs slowly devouring our entrails like alligator soup in the kitchen of desire uncorrected by the automatic function of the machine which glitters at the top of the chain of command centers not allowing for response or palliation at the screen of intent the formal details the looming post the foreign bags of soil dumped at the edge of the beach the dead fish this morning as far as the eye could see up and down the beach at two foot intervals their gills open their eyes open the birds giving them far distance not feeding on them without explanation or sign.
Fossilectomy of the conscious mind emitting doubt’s despairing wail into the ether culls neither promise nor the absence of folly relieving itself in your drowning hands clawing at the surface of the doom you pull inside your light from an absence of anything different on the horizon of the seconds smoothing away into nothingness…. She smiled across the moving rubber belt which separated us and extended her hand in a greeting I had encouraged her to give by my own simple air and movie, ah the debts of freedom freely given and taken which disallow misunderstanding from their emptiness of intent or fallow signs of intent and program, the singular appositions of the simpler realm which link speech to its hand-waving and eyebrows of commentary and the solid glances in the direction of the screen or the broken wave slamming down on the coast of your own meaning in the term and season of what might not even have been mentioned at the start of the day or at the end of time where we all swim upstream against an unflagging current in the sallow moon not gleaming but staring down upon our simpler acts left on the floor for the sweeper at the end of the day….
Cluttered from the upper down coast where the shallows teem with unspoken rhyme, the dealer smokes his lower face removed from the invisible shades of his blur and loon, a partition at the store not remote or smothered yet clean and jerky to the entering tribes at their own mercy for the terminals hooked apart from any reason or scenario in the night. You’d occluded this far from that but knot upon the seer and crown at fashion from the allowable present, nor remove, nor school them down the airs they crawl aside and hold
Dumb down the dumb how to throw? Lates the noir puta, she ‘has offered to let me kip at her crib while I suss out the scene’ ol Dirty Ernie writes. Adrift in the alimentary canal, dear Watson, no favor in your dog treats, belay that pinner, dude. I’d not remained a sentry for nothing, a few years is enough to call this hour dead in the water is late with the food… heals the deal, no future in the ski shop closing down early, but flowing like chocolate for hebron, n’ere due teal or out. Skim the silly duck frown, nox palentia, in your ear with a frozen billedeux held firmly vibrating skin at the dawn alienated (on screen) from hours crept into the dunk meister, late crap aside, vomit the red dawn from childhood strangers with no candy in sight, I sigh your melting new moon from anywhere on the page unattended lights rewind dumbshit tapes back onto the plug. Forced labor in the delivery room at low pay. Dimples wrapt in doubt like dark chocolate kisses from Nigeria in the delta of venus sad afar in northern eye-rack they blow jobs from the Inner Expansive Devoiders on your felt pan or fried lungers on the plate of wife and spasm Jimmy’s carder murmurs at the wing and span, no bridge claws the air rooster likes her more than naught eee, then fluxus dream the passage of rhyme beyond screams are night moves on the screen of taught or muther facture one car at a thyme’s own season at light’s lingering lynx at the mouth of the cave, teeth or razor blades for the rapist’s scorny, buttered slime dwellers fold a rancorous blue ox
The mist broke slowly through the rein of tear her into pieces for the disappeared at all times and reasons, another type o’lander, mute foxes rue the dei at beads of worry from the halter round the room, dance dunce-like, a pointer headed up the line lying time at time’s own idiot prince in the beige house on the poster boy has slipped apart from the dead walking shaun’s dream of passive identity aggressed toward the dream-clerk charging too much for not enough is regular capitol isn’t, there’s the rub and rancor chilling at your beak no splinter flux her rather like a dean of inspection at the front office, clock ticking only on the minute, pound pound, it’s a raw rue in the pan of life, cocked and loaded muffs your whey and spinky downtown craps the hooter up again formal lakes o’ land, butt her toast the forced entry is the day’s day inherent posts are loose or fraternal links have spread across the loaf-in-skye king for a day but dead at the end of the play, like history, like donuts, like another sign of light behavior on the road to better deeds imagined but not scene for a wrong time, “lead my rips” the restaurateur floated above his painted plates, won ton at a time, day by day a ray of light escapes
Letter up, flomax nauseous, wrinkled dayskin, dead fish walking, man in a hat says no, chinky longbow named him fluke of the ear, ding and dong the winning duo at the doubles doubles four at a time at the net, ark and triumph motor the cycle down the road of strife a shit sandwich laughing in your face, where’s the bred love movement at the ridge of the elementary canal has one stop too many doors, scanned successfully I’m told against my will and testaverde greenballs at the center point where the tackles wait behind him for death’s calm unfolding nurture of madness was the day’s particular fold on the skin of deeds melting from the friezes old malthus’ premature ejection from history’s naught and plenty, sucked dry against the door, as ‘i’m nobody who are you’ reads my headstone, ‘look for me under your bootsoles’ with jimmy buffet singing ‘the last line,’ that’ll do for my scattering of ashes soon enough no doubt but left for the day’s own beginning to be the same again you fold apart and fly away paper sticky new tone
Caught up inside the secret of my secret, worn trident not sticking to any guns at all but focused and tiny, a consultant from the other side rewinding my ticker-tape sense of something unregulated or dismissed… a flogged weave stuck on the dessert of undue proportions without redeeming characters, just a formal post stuck in your chest with labels all around the town clamming to the right and left tides against which nothing remits or pools afloat the husker due his moths and schisms… warm climax feels the say and toad his letter bomb unleased by apartheid rules from outside their zone of despair, not willing to escalate nor to rid the tomb of its graffiti proclaiming the holy czar a ruler in disguise no more but nailed to the cross of his own intentions to be on top of the gig.
Even the salmon find it difficult, swimming against the tide with their hands chopped off by the ‘rebels’… if they do it to them, they’ll do it to us, don’t forget that for a minute in your objectivity and distance from the frame of intentions decorating your bedroom with decals and posters to a non-existent fixion the name of which escapes me, fortunately. The yew of he is the imprint you left on me ten thousand years ago when we were hung, er, young, er, jung… now it’s splash and spasm, held prisoner by a love against your will and fervor, left on the doorstep with the other orphans you met along the way… I’m not complaining, you know, just musing in my beer or wine in this case… Ichiro made a diving catch, sliding his face into the grass like a ploughshare, so their pitcher nailed him with a 92 mile an hour fastball right in the knee, that’ll slow down the little bastard… not so, he came back with isometrics and an unknown diet, just like Joe Montana getting up the next week to nail Jerry Rice in his outstretched arms again and again.. and so it goes.
So in the mysteries of love’s anchor on the heart, like a dirigible in reverse, the negative colors of the lighted sky leaving the black stars on a blaze of white light from the glow on the horizon you thought you’d never see or tell your children about, duck and cover, it’s not too late a hundred years ago, the turtle’s shells melting under the force of our deceit. What’ll flex your tremors is the sign of the times evading your cautious glow around the edges of the plate while the food shatters into its molecules and poisonous, foreign substances introduced like cardboard in your yabyum or cloture on the passage, ah, the passage itself from gloom to doom, as if you’d dance all night with the queen of the savages only to find the ghost of your mother coming up out of the watery depths in the dream, a wrinkled crone, trying to drag your ankles and pull you down again and again.
It’s a pretty unremarkable substance, this phlogiston in the mind without pity or form, a languor passing for memory which is more like a quilt than a lining, as if liberty itself were just another mis-spelled work or trance-glance flowing along the lines of beast resistance, cavorting among the daisies while the dance of death plays on the radio with the best advertisements for anything at all undistinguished from the muter dee which clogs the arteries and chasms of the formal diatribe which seems to rule the day, seems you say, seems and seams of light which cannot be described or pushed away from the table in any passion at all, an indistinct atmosphere of caution and broom, the wild flowers on the land are growing taller by the day, their stalks as thick as the handles on the paint roller, or are you getting smaller in proportion to the folks who lurk at the edges of the day in their own drama clean and pure in the ignorance of their very clothing…
It’s the posture of the season, it’s the nature of the deal we made with whomsoever…
D’talks the robe of sadness a hole in the wall affords no view the fire in the gut a fathom of density you don’t resemble from the outer claims of your attentive posture in the skin of the day, it’s a hazard of small partitions sad anthemic songs from the radio the rope of sadness knotted inside time’s narrowing flight forward from sign it says remember not but slim her sailing yes and know the long ride home is still an accelerant on the face of things as they are the porridge of dissatisfaction acclaimed by many honored by few from where you came from no names were admitted onto the floor for discussion or a faience clambers overside the light blinding your muted tongue was the undoing of everything….
Your namesake moans into the room from where he was some time ago take out fools are the day’s recall some tine and fop attune nix poster plume scrim flatly dancing from the waste down the road’s unwinding spume and flatter. The room encoded for heat. Here ice calms the floor from smoothly ridden ponies at the gate, stomping and lowing like cattle on the way out, a sad dog in the newspaper somebody dropped off at the pound, less than humane but all too familiar, the troops crashing into each other in their hurry to leave the scene of their crimes against humility, just following orders, the orders of the day, the elephants in line each one hanging onto the tail of the one before and tugging on the one after, the old satanic secretary wandering the halls of unjustice notebook in hand pockets lines with the billions of our monstrous debt….
No, I’m not amused either saddened by the hopeless wander of the soul’s dimensions on this plane of doubt, undone by the measure of the sin committed allowances for error do not obtain but foal aside the woe of man’s undoing on the sign of the times – absent – says you name all wrong, even spells the simpler words as if the language were from another planet in retrograde sighs apart from a certain unwillingness to breathe the tainted air and psalm against the growing tides ever upward slowly washing your hands off the wall and onto the gene pool slimming red wine calls the heart a stronger moon than you’d decided wise enough for the fruit flies in their jar on the shelf of the laboratory, baboon hearts on the operating table, stapled stomachs for the teen aged mesomorphs declining aid from all but the knife….
Smile, you said, it’s candied camera making us all look just a little better than we ought, but seeing age’s wrinkle on the screen, tammy faye all wrinkled and sad in the last seconds of her moment on the world’s screen as Charlie rose into the air inside the big shoulders of his prison striped suit against the medium range muscle that shot him down another apologist for the devil in his do-rag penitentiary rooms unpadded stainless steel pottie your food through a slot in the door what else is new? They said you’d have to pay for this even without a scent in the bank of life apart from patchouli screen and tong the flavor of the way ahead is the unparted seas not claiming your faith for a passage through the towers on the thirty foot wall bristling with guns and buns in all directions the children in the dark and dank passageways stained by the urine from the soldiers high on their wall of seam and sigh….
This is the hour of which we spoke so long ago the faces are blurred and distant from all who might have known our time not remembered but laid aside like an afterthought…You dream the dreams of a man on the run with nowhere to go in the maze of strife….So I called rune surface and ordered up some dicks and spittle. The new hairy pothead book lay in the table, legs spread invitingly without a smile of approbration in sight, but the fortress lay unguarded and the sounds were coming in against my still beating heart, a newer fashion in disguise, I thought… her cent hung in the air like a pare of warriors in their destiny and fusion, no retreats in their surmise and murmur for some loser hands were in repute for the coastal mirage, links and flatter at the whore. Some will call this a rang dragoon all aisled in canal lox from heat to boredom in the same dreads notwishstanding… the antelope idled at the floor, hoofing into the noon with sentries, clusterfuck and dragon flags were spread into the rheumy present along with the demon.
No threats found, the screen bugled… the master spoke inside my right sinus cavity while another tooth got ready to bite the dusk hauntingly profunct, time for herbal endodontry in disguise, and another plexi-moto in reheat or funnel to the tune of not. Now it showed a blurred zero, out of focus, a surficial green in the heirs around then. Butt-knot Formee cleaned the walls feathered out faces in the grain of would-be planters at the door, maybe some were headed in, one touch fits awl. No more. The empty hours clattered on the clock’s stupid grin from behind the numbers… she pushed against me from memory’s rough stick in the nose and made water on the floor.
This is not simple at all, I muttered to my self which did not answer but lay there inert. The blue noises went on into another realm for inattention in the open seasons of the landing parties from beyond the pizza made of bacon and wheeze. Not ewe, I fought. It was just two late poles from the shoe-shine stand, rocking back and forth on their heals. “Stroke this” the taller pried, floating forward too soon to be enamored yet too late from the distance of the cosmos which illuded into must and framer. The walls yielded into season while the rough gantry pulled apart like a muffin. Nice for you to say, I sought into the micro-dog at the door. She barked my shins and laughed aloud. Sinkhole.
This is your fictional presence, I voiced, this is your document on the strange antics of the brain in season but left out to rot. No vice but the only. An indistinct reveille clawed again you ceded for the fence not the apposite buttressed and calm. Lorks to the due, but leave them left, not writ nor pedaled, mediafiles stroking their television sets against the raw but present dangers from disguise not peddled a file along children in the hall’s walls. This is the empty day, this is the fortunate hour, this is the monster at the gate.
Some deis nip the bud, sign at the bong and roach read, ‘how may we serve you?’ then left or rite on the master’s gloom unalided yet spoke now and then, some songs on the air between us, nexus and groom, post and beam, funk and wagner cleaning up today after the game when the stands are empty and the dry, withered popcorn blows across the acres of dust and crime which inhabit our drying sphere of influenza, long long after the barn door has been sold or stolen, it doesn’t matter which you say into the ark and science of these longings for a newer shrine in the heart’s emberic locus of distastes, the forgotten sentry shoulders his arms one after the other after the other and lays down among the other shadows to sleep, my prints, to sleep this fazzled woe of prides and reasons again
In the hours of the day which pole toward the horizon in unwilling gasps of delight
From one sign into the fellows who clean up after you, inventing their own dreams.
‘in the play of language, death disappears’ (canetti) fodder for the muses, troops massing across the pepsi cola bridge to the gods, the dead filtering into my slept apart and elbowed the snoring mate warmly, shoes piled in store rooms, bodies stacked like cordwould at the antechamber to the ovens, mute crowds from all times and places their faces blurred out by the decline of memory or responsiveness as the viewer or inventor itself, him or her or them or us, as the vision itself finds sponsorship by ammunitions manufacturers transported across the ages by victor boot’s airline pilots, fodder for the machine of death’s transfiguration from natural process into sponsored event, but who’s buying?
In the spray of lingo’s death’s disappearance mutes the solipsist’s escape is even found with labels in the empty pockets sewn together with tendon and spline and earsocket, the indian’s genitals worn by the soldiers who killed them, made into tobacco pouches, exhibited in Denver by the raiders, our own little bosnia in the episodes of the uncivil war’s quantrell raiders setting up gattling guns to pacify the natives into disappearance and why do you wait at all for mr death mister blue-eyed boy of cummings’ recall and flutter at the edge of our cynical enterprise the masquerade of progress while as Lafitte said the planet is bathed in blood…
Passing by the open doorway of the building where the whales were cut up, the man in black rubber boots slid across the liquid red floor pushing at the end of his long pole a cube of red flesh two by two by two feet I ran as fast as I could, the stiff ‘thing’ pulled from the car down the tracks I could barely make out death was death nonetheless the numbness in my feet smoke rising around my body from the small-rolled joints of death and dismemberment keeping me awake their feet shuffling through my dreams not sleeping but counting corpses being thrown over the fence one after the next in line was not someone else, as they say, everything in the dream is you (or me) (or us)….
The maps to nowhere sold from machines for a quarter of your fingertip, babies at birth sponsored by the hospital reclaimed upon non-payment for medical purposes, anything that can be imagined will come to pass through the generations which may elect not to follow anything anywhere in this dream passing through the illusions as through an eye glassly the demon dripping sloth and froth from nasal and passageways fumed with the decline of the slope of instability at the end of time’s bare munificence not remembered.
In the photo from the slaughterhouse, the fat guy in a bloody apron drank warm blood from a tin cup and smiled knowingly at the lens-eye, you are next, he finishes his break and gets back to the task at hand all this in the silence of the empty minded and broken hearted remaining on the planet while it spins into the sum and portal of what will not be spoken nor remembered my father’s ashes sliding like kitty litter into the gray black waters under the golden gate bridge the sailor returned into his medium which was assigned rather than chosen a life a life my geek fisherman’s cap sailing from the end of the boat after the sandy nothingness had quickly slid into the water and we all felt the shock and finality and emptiness and compromise and futility of the end of the moment we’d been called together for, my mother preceding him into the same waters with none to see or think or feel but the boat captain and the neptunian clerk of the shadows…
Mr. Hulu, set phasers on pun… aargh, capn, them’s that dies’ll be the lucky won…no scar bristles pinecone wilderness the foetus left undisturbed on the floor of the cabin in requisite simplicity for the coming declination of practically everything in sight of the hopeless breadline at the end of the day where the forgotten ones resound into the night with piteous misshapen hordes of insect people roaming the plantforms from their own perspective a woolen throng or a discard of ancient regimes in French perfume to hide their swollen bellies from the prying eyes of the pornographers clogging the internet with strange requests directed at children who cannot yet read between the lines or even on top of them at all, doom’s day at last, no more waiting in the wings for a flightless camp to remind you the day is emerging full of light and easier dues than reaped the past escarps.
The dark finally collapses in upon itself, weighted thorough and threw in the insolence of its ambition to rule the day which cannot be left undone but emerged from clouds of indef and non… penguins enraged by formal discourse are dressed in sidewall tires scuffed by the curb on your own require no answers in the male or female either will do to class the time of its own dimensions on the muse of plenty enfaturated en retard to the final day of claimant’s thread and future… the hours class flinty in her musk and seasons, like the tone poems for the decline and fall of practically everything in sight from here on out.
The dark finally emerges filled with light, another blended sustenance for the days ahead where an agony is replaced with hope for a newer calm which might fill your chest with an inner light which has no source but flows through you like water into the night and transforms the empty hours into a single continuous hum from among the whales singing ‘you’re making me deaf’ and then charges words with their own seaming from the tight knots of dissolve and penny. Your own discordant heartbeat slows to a single pounding and roofs your conniving spirit within its own definitions like a dove descending from the skies with a beacon in its beak, revived from its encounter at the picture window with an impenetrable plane of invisible penetration…
He posed in the dude for a magazine without covers or advertising containing only the buff and plenty from the cowboy world of chaps and spinners, another rough trade document was flung upon his doorstep by the boy on the bicycle who was trying to send his father to college so he the paperboy might have a better birth, working backwards as it were, or as it was in the past tense enough to plan for his future with some say in the matter at hand and legs akimbo on the straining platform where the lighted spheres spun and sang from the dark allowance and making the overt manners cling and spin and flow from indistinct quarters and dimes no matter in the movie only the cook gradually growing fatter as she continually sampled her work on camera with a solemn ‘yum’ in the evening of her marriage to someone who left strange panties under the carseat for her to find.
Again however a marker in the sand declines your invitation to resume your doubt, it’s just not working any more, and the alternate lies becalm you into a morose plug in your ears making the music less than prosperous aligned from what’d been past and former yet a promise to defend assumes your heated screening of the lighted sphere around you an emanation from the wind itself which carries you forward beyond your merest schemes.
Light gradually crossed the valley into its proper realm in the eye, held forth into seeming and recluse, but amore spoke sentenced doubt the image in the heart folded into other parts left alone too long to man the decks over imagined refuse on the open floor was still here enough to tell… her specific response was beyond all expectation even more than memory’s indefinite patterns of recall and mood. It was the stellar fold, a release moved into place by specific forces at play in the control and lax of the porter dues, collected again by the nature at hand on the shoulder of destiny. A fated pleasure was renewed.
The light entered the scene by its own necessity to exist at the other side of the room. Into morning’s rainy drips and sounds, the bird hit the window again and lay gasping and blinking on the doormat for some minutes. Then it flew away, no doubt with some tall tales for the others in the next, and the anthill was completely recovered in plaid and a red naugahyde partition which had been scrimmed onto the platform with a lot of difficulty since the nest itself was plush and comfortable in the abstractions with which it had been designed. A red box, then filled into overflowing with nouns and commas, leaves on the table afforded the luxury of dust bunnies plying their stock in faded levis too many on the other side of history.
Benign light filled the box with an energy and necessity from the higher reaches of the rung and tongue of the bells on theocratic hope for a future which was not assured by any covert agreements or contracts to the negatives from which they wrenched apposite signs in the hours again… you were there, too, sighing inside your calm exterior like a razzled poon forced to confess by the alligator clips swimming in your forehead extreme and functioned a room apart with no coverings on anything, just the naked skeletal remains of the porch and gardens uplifted by lighted spheres of influenza and recline, the diagrams for which no allowances had been made or even imagined, hence their spontaneity…
I’d leaned into it with all my may climates for disuse apartments led astray by the demeanor and calm of the voices which spoke inside my grain stems of thin, lighted actions from outside the realm of information, a padded form, a linked outer, a sentenced lingo in the field of battle and bottle… his hours linked mine into the larger purpose and included instructions for assembly and a measure of increments for the other sides of the coin. Here’s the deal – you force the issue and it still retains its force on the plane of intent… you allow the residues to collect on the underside of the foundation like some kind of specific rebar on the likes of the dove… it’s no assurance that the job will get finished at all, even the drawings have come in too late to do any good.
The flag burns by its own reclamation stains left on the unfinished portions in the hurry to get to a paycheck. The other forces are not well-enough designated to plenty their scorn or to flax the breadbasket of the whore and movie on the way to description… it’s a blue balloon all the way and nothing will stop the forward progress of the light returning through chaos and blindness, the reusable portions seem to be regurgitated by smooth all along the airs repeating patterns which did not exist prior to this statement or beyond all indications to the reverse that nothing would happen, because it certainly did, happen that is, let go by the bosses in the dark rooms who have nothing any more to say by virtue or by some resignation on the part of the voters who can’t count any way at all right now.
“The wall of the town sinks back into the moat from which it was dug.” Dwayne “Fight” O’Clancy reams his horse back into its tiny stand under his bed beside his worn-out shoes and stiff, dirty socks. It’s time to relish his favors in undertones of presence, as if now were not soon enough for a present moment to occur, let alone be perceived for what it is in the arena of forces at play. Now would be the opposite of the meaning it normally preserves for its own dignity, like a peasant in the uniform of doubt, all in blues and reds, with the hand demon-flag waving over the field of battle, a sacrifice and a boast.
At once the egg diminishes from large to variant, a number and a sign at the same time, as though ‘for sale’ didn’t express the true situation here, where the moon grows fuller each night and the cars gradually disappear into the night, their cats’ eye tail lights deceiving the warships overhead, death in the night without any warning or possibility of escape. Bits of flesh covered the car each morning, filtering down in the cool night air like a rafter in disuse, like a poison in the sink…. Any true story would be also brief and complex forcing the issue to retreat in memory from the rigors of perception, of remembering at all how this came to pass, this hour of doom which is at hand….
Rogue metallic shards revived all spores denied furthers, he couldn’t forget the dog with its jaw shot off running around spraying blood in front of the horrified family, tears filled his eyes as he recalled this again and again, night screaming heats and burroughs aligned beneath the heavens’ silent stare. The column twisted into the night the smell of shit in the air, the other soldiers shooting bursts from their weapons. High on gin and methamphetamine, the boy soldiers were slightly shorter than the weapons they carried the red the blue and the whites of their eyes glided over the surface of the day without pity or scorn. Nostrils swung from the lanyard around his neck. Anonymous pity.
At once the bits of flesh started to reign along the roof of the van in which they were mounting one camel after the next in imaginary races to the top of the noon-time play of forces around the room they found themselves inside but not identified as friend or foe. The largest day was still ahead in this moon of routs. The lines across the sand criss-crossed so many times that a spider-web pattern emerged with intersecting zones and no distribution to mark off another rude awakening at the edges of doubt and sleeplessness. Hope was a distant diamond in the rough opportunities made and abandoned for the forward rush toward an uncertain further on than not.
What made the sign desirable was its ballast on the signs of plenty and hunger. It’s no deal of mine, he thought, that this short story grows shorter by the hour, if only they’d let me sing at the top of the day, roistering into the morning’s foggy bottoms a senator in his underwear was enough to dream her faces hanging through the sky with colorful scene serene atonement the likeness of a narrative, maybe a tweak or two at the sign of the rooftop and bling, diamonds in the ruff and peat of the mosque he’d asided into oblivion with a single pop of his launcher, that’s gonna slow ‘em down, he thought, and slept again the uncertain skies neither welcome nor hesitant, but still the songs kept coming with no meter in the madness of the hours waiting to be fulfilled against his well & terror.

This was the other side of the moon, the darker side, where the tempos slowed to non.

Download mystery pluck, amity shrinkage threw flat teeth unrecognized by many still the few revolt nor minor, this airs nightly airs at night to seem unprovoked lets fly into the ointment nix nip nicks against their rides no pony in the sink flanks plunked lighted airs their raster dome affixed here and there, she weeps me plenty ne’er nor day aparted musk the liners drawn aside among not mixers slanted forward into the non flies trails not made from the choices moment to moment these destinations have a force tombs are not heard but sent like a slanting margin imagined on the page like a content intent hopes to stop
Strom ahem thus plucked her skirts risen overhead balloons into seasons like pity thence affirms some manner in the hours which come to focus along the seine and frenzy sound lumps emerge discourse at palms the pointer gradually lengthens sentence-wise at forms recluded favorite sounds are words two and sentry a miracle in disguise is not conscience or lung, then coma to flame, then fortune aspires, than folded time zones are included here dying from indistinct passion a small circle of lines would turnip one after the other
Proven by many yielded by few, the alert spokesman floundered sideways or flat side up then affirmed his negative posture with an unusual deposition removed against the tides like some liquor in retentive hopes are not yet met at air levels unconfirmed battles again the forces were not met at the top of the ridge but lengthened out according to usages that were let to a play of horses made syllable and ring of the ancient bard’s lingo punking out all who attend these monolithic disturbances are word-choice enough to clatter forward now and then makes the turning plinth whast affort ne’er plinty musk her slot patchouli’d an interesting development recalling all women in all times lined up in the mind’s pluck
Mighty ranger marfin sleds to snow me down into ignorance from whence I came at this world of plenty in the midst of want, we strolled historically from one dimension into this was not afforded the luxury of lighted spasms on the floor of doubt her withered limb this axe and dendrite axiom and send right the other day would call the refrain some line this your semblance of reception not a rumor in the mists of chants re-call the outer face this term this allowance this formation this lighted this sphere this aforementioned this this this flow this hope this butt this lady this child this plank this reminder this of some this you’ll say a fluctuation has occurred but not been intended rather a wave form of light from ancient regimes given expression at the sign of spontaneous composition again
More than filling space the line meanders willfully atuned to the smoke and spiel of the monkey on your saffron robes the dugout canoes flowing slowly in the current of light the repeal of history’s sad songs of recall and dust what leftovers were on the table now that there were no longer any vestiges of value or inherent keep sakes on the moan of new rooms undecorated, plain cement walls catching the light from the unfinished loft where the day you slept with a lion on your chest to wake with a kitten licking eyelids was more than anyone could imagine in the heart of the night with no poles rolling in
You’d slept too long in the heat of belonging nowhere but the flat spasm in the air which floated among your images and recall to the syntax of the moment now and then focus’d on the light you cast before you on the ground like a mortar or like a final bow to the moon which carries all intention out to the flags upon the ground with blood all around
Jungle deadline defilade the man with no hands points the way out, jingo headline reads the air in no simpler sate meant not plunder nor hold under the ice floes a half mile thick.
The ancient forest underneath does not think of itself as oil or anything else. O leonine one the air surrounds your journey to life’s beginning from what once was there on the farm a lesson in disguise your nuded back to the lens was my own shy forgetfulness in the morning of my own retreat in an academic beverage at the street corner in disguise.
In the bleak silence of the dream no sound from speaking lips a kind of telepathy for everyone in the dream is me, even me. A twangy music enters the cabin, nasal stridence indicates paysage at a dumber reach her head a mass and fashion from which to dance into the chimes blending nose and gay the letter of the hours in transit a talking blues rolls under the bridge across tumbled waiters two verses melt into one stereo bastion the lutes unfounded history is left over disguise in the winter holding pattern of the heir.
Local descent is threat and science at the alter the long walk between segments two afghan houses black and white trotting onto the scene looking for food, mainly, me. Lost is hardly the word for it. It’s a gran faloon, a blue balloon, writ wide not scent her out butt lost in ancient skies a hot air reminding the dream to rain you out of your hide and seek betrayal of your own prison clothing crumpled by the door or next to the bed’s chair finds you seeking through old offices only their names left from graduation day no sheep skins you by the drive in mechanic who nonetheless bought you off the hook.
Disguise is the treat. Bingo breadline crosses the letters off the page again, an emptying and a fissure words emptying the page’s said line a posture on the sands of rhyme heals the beating metro gnome at his pounding gavel on the bar of strife empty glasses all around I’ll pay again for their possible defeat on the ground a million dead the land in ruins for victory’s defeat after all said and dun particles colored gray men in gray units punctuate the air with random rifle fire from random rifles raised into the air kabang’d little acts by equally little folks wandering the face of the land in lost waterless circles.
While he needled my dying tooth we spoke of dental torture, well he said I think it was the tongue we left it at that yours the potent sighing filling sperm sacks aloft & sudden from whence lents were maid & used maidens from the lower arks of your spinal plodding from let to sight infernal putations where reflux connects corrects a sounded plinth marks musical notation into fifths unsealed bottles on the wall a hundred more in season leans her dazed reliance on the dream to undo any harm unintended particles remote the scan to reveal no threats or interferences you’d care to report any time near the end or not.
Many disappeared into foreign designations their futures professed summary intern the lair deep into the hillside filled with furs and diamonds by the traders who hid their lessons in the dark brilliance on the hot, black sands of the isthmus landscaped by bombs and leavings on the plate of dreams not positioned into sanctimony nor defeat not really applicable terms for the emptiness subsiding into silence in the darker hours whose forms are not welcome here any more you leave and find awake a bleak room you don’t recall. This is the hour at hand, the meat on your fork finding its own way into a dream as well.

We forget in order to remember again. Empty room, all vapors are in balance, I dream the red diamond hands and fingers block and coax the waters of life along the path of least resistance retuning the channels themselves into a less estuarial meander the sea-tea of which little is written… I alone escaped to tell the truth. Restless, impoverished and bestial in their abandoned style of projection from afterthought into a sunlit leader who’s finality is a less intense manifestation a silent hum belying a non-existence of the beautiful and the sublime in their traceries among the channels calm unbroken flow among islands
Restore diminished hours their presence a surprise on the field of action, dragons fighting in the meadow turning the earth aside in truffles of heat their moods unrestricted blues & greens and yellows turning outside the room a little less empty now than unfilled or least with signs removed suddenly silent a flat sky-blue plane extending outward from each direction in the circle of confusion reminds indistinct hours a recline or dusk grating from sidereal positions assigned yet unformed in the sentence of beating rhythms the boom of the flower and the crack of the sun her very presence a musk an odor a flying thing made plain and formal
I dream the red diamond centering my thoughts beyond the lighted sign it represents into my own designs are channeled back through my eyes themselves a recovery from which no sounds emanate an unrecognized fragrance evades perception without reference or denial, these hand-crafted hours no beer in the glass but affirmed among similar destinies their own betrayal a secret or a reminder to continue with neither encouragement nor any particular interest on the part of the accompanying shadows they lurk in the corners of memory’s indistinct forgetting how you moved along the long trail winding through the sea you carried your planet forward like a torch or beacon
The gnomes asided flat planes undefined within alerted spools of defined space alight with inner marks the lingering pools reflective flat spans re-recorded up and down slowly permits the dance upon the lighted stage a chance encounter made words impossible yet strung along from point to point the luckier continuing reminding afforded luxuries were not among the treasures left behind in the squander of music following the noises again these bowers repose infinite pitchers leaning forward for the signal from cap and chin the ruler’s bows escape notification from the glow and spark of the red diamond treasure
I know, you’d been through this before, another low point in the destination of the species misguided attempts falling flat on the air below your particular zone, a hooded elite unrepentant claims reduced by a factor of unknown dimensions to the open seas on the way from her name into the shoreline boasting your insignificance before you like a scream or grown air reminding outward the pleasures of the day are breathing and blinking as the air grows thicker along the sides of the trees at the edge of the meadow where the dragons are fighting in silence and smoke
You held me down and breathed into me with love and primal scenes diorama from the mind’s eye and plasm, it’s a blue balloon again, sitting by the back door in the sun with a face which says everything the photograph in the scrapbook relines doubt, carries on, lets.
Rooms. The hours open closely sails begin no term decried autoclave this distinct and allowable presence recalls the visitor at the gates with pillows uninscribed from doubt to pleasure non-entities fill the drawers with their very own incompetence, yet clear the sounds from everyone’s throats and spits us out onto the ground, a lunger rolling in the dust of the sentries at their little telephone booth houses a doctor who marks the days in longer strides you’d made against the tidal flats leaning forward into the wave, the surfer’s realm and formal inclination to be unending or marked by the hands that heal the air bending around the room informal and imprecise yet colored by a destiny you’d only parted the waves between sunrise and upset at the conclusions laid along the floor with the ordinary caution afforded the ruminant stain and single, heals the hours benign presence without recognition nor any frogs upon the flags by the door demon claw as astute years are marked a lot buttressed by their own clammy fortunate which would wound around her neck the splinters of the chase famous photographs living beyond their void in the history of silence ordered your passages closed for the winner made no sign of protest other than the calm removal of his face upon the podium of distress and history like a modern sign unfolded for newer portals let you scheme and dunt at the lower ropes hanging from the sides of the cliff as you’d noted beyond doubt or interest sold the parts their own inflamed destinations made passage another strain on the economy of light which flowed incessantly saying “here it is” before you could even streak across the skies with chairs floating behind a kind of parade in which the last comes first and the end is always close at hand in the semblances and partitions made allowable carried forth rid and denies aspirations are met not made or abandoned to the roller on the wall spewing its white froth onto the thirsty wood which dries too fast and later falls into the disuse and mirror of time’s rude declinations from the heart outward moods your ankles unfamiliar yet obtuse from less formal allowances made of dusk or meat the cutlets on the shade of the dead tree settling the nation into its own funereal progression toward the historical conclusions no nation can avoid in the silence of its own denial and in the face of such monumental lack of simple confidence holds these hours at bay in the finality of the moment each single unity a portion under control from the outsiders as they line up in the morning for more and more of your blood sucking parasites no less deserving than the fools they replace in the endless daisy chain of incompetent peddlers beggars and thieves who cannot any longer perform their assigned tasks yet monitor your breath rate from a distance of five thousand miles in the air an elevator to nothingness designed by the same folks who brought you a bird’s eye view of a lump rolling into Jupiter in the last days of the planet’s history you’d thought saturn’s rings were clay or fodder yet they implode as well onto the dustbin of mystery no allocated reasons given nor described merely a fate to which you’d hardly been a part and parcel looms the day’s allowances in bags of weeds and other offal remitted into the stain and blame of the compactor at the end of the road where you wait with the others for your turn to turn in your garbage for another week of saving and using and repackaging and reminding that the days are passing one by one you make the same rituals in order to deny the now of the now how it schemes and passes one instant at a time into the ether around the darkness which contains all the moments of all the times and seasons of history and memory that somehow slipped away and went into this allowable present for action and purposes of memory functioning like a room or like another sign in the skies that you’d just gone too far to turn back in time against the hours on the doorway claiming one time after another makes the space of these words.
They drove high up into wolf country. There the maiden priestesses would sew on her new nipples… they thought of as their own feral reteat…. Another medium predicted from far signage the emergent stains of the bleeding forest in its night time reliquary of heat and light on the hours clustered around from one side to the other with forced entreaties on the line of doubt which flowed from one continent to the other, the oceans notwithstanding how it fared well enough to encourage larger intimacies with the foreign band of warriors standing on the shore in nickel-plated underwear overall arching predominantly without pity or direction, an unschooled lot which basically had nothing to say, ‘tweak me’ went the cry around the fireplace where the old log went in and stayed long enough to burn away the residues left by conscious mentation. A force to be reckoned with, he thought, peeling apart the honey buns dripping with sugar and all the spices on the shelf of life from cinnamon to Marrakech. The shelves were bare. Nodding old men clutched around the countertop made of granite and disuse. The busses stopped at the foot of the driveway to let the tourists climb to the old adobe packing shed which had been built up into a hacienda kind of place, bougainvillea, fern and century plants could be heard growing all night in the still silence of the starry skies around the orange groves they would run through to get to the reservoir full of cool water for their summer swimming… all along the canals boys were jumping in over their heads from the roads which ran along through the eucalyptus trees which themselves had grown to heights of sixty or more feet in the summer sun… lettuce piled up by the back door from the fellow who brought them every week on his way back from exploring in the desert around town for geodes and green glass insulators from the fallen power lines…. She cried at night when no one was listening and it felt better to let it fall on the floor beside the bed where no one would notice. The radio played music which would come to be called ‘old music.’ Furniture filled the empty rooms, making them not empty. So it seemed. The old, rutted road was now a series of impassable potholes filled with gravel and stagnant water with mosquitoes breeding everywhere. The lilac had finally bloomed by the barnyard door, and the chickens had less than usual to crow about. Eggs delivered. The ominous, empty salon vibrated with willing fantasy about which the less said the better. No monuments were left untouched by the graffiti artists with their iraqui vests filled with spraycans of paint, a mobile unit of taggers, a self effacing lot of malcontents and slackers who seemed more at home in the dark hours between midnight and sunrise than others who slept through the night. The point was, the point was not to slow down in the least in the progress from front to back, in the alliances made and broken in the heat of the monument, cars parked at the apex of the hillside through the bushes and moonlight where the boys and girls groped and sighed crazily through the songs on the radio… an allowable presence marked the sign of the times within doubt and pressure erased like a novel or a short, short story – as if it mattered. He woke suddenly, the pressure on his face was like an informal passion let loose on the unsuspecting countryside, a broken dam in the highlands of memory and thought. The hours kept to themselves inside the clock, it was just not safe to venture out beyond the cuckoo on its slotted perch, making its absurd sounds every once in a while. The macaroni cookies stuffed with coconut slivers and the strange demon flag which waved over the side of the mattress and into the silence below them filled as it was with water or some kind of viscous matter which really had no description at all in the moonlit hours that they all enjoyed thinking that surely this was the very best of all possible worlds.
By the long way round, by the longer way stills the heart’s disturbances unequal’d by the task itself a long way between her and here, more than a letter from the mind’s empty corridors starting with ‘how long is long enough?’ Clears the air for other, larger sentiments of the day. Like, would we touch and if so how long is long enough, without exaggerating, answer me that one in the darkness of the sign of longing emanates from your lips and skin surrounds the rest of you resting…. Nada the poetry dog nestles between my feet on the floor in her attitude of patience and an afforded light from her constant heart which warms me at night on the bed around the way and waving one paw free enough to declare the day yours and mine long enough to call the time our own for once wanting nothing more than the longest yard claims our falling years among these longings and sensations which come again, again, they rest and call us out again.
By the hand asided, hands are linked across the water in the air which clings from intent to design the hands have their way waving in the time between spoke and wheel, affirmed at their intents and purposes by a signing lingo which makes fingers touch in a circular fusion undescribed yet felt like an open door opening again if you care to read this line from the inner marks left upon the grind of the wave on the shore clearing all hands on deck for the remainder of the voyage has you pinned up on the wall of my locker next to my pallet on the floor of the ship which takes us all along the coast of anywhere you’ve been to call in ports and distances across the flat blue waves of what comes to be known as the place itself unchanging and yet hanging around in the question of what’s wanted and what’s known and what’s been there before now and then you touch me deeply enough to call out in the code of centuries hanging baskets of hands are worn around the neck to ward off evils too deep to describe them make the day our own lingering tempos of bark and breath, or word and deed met in the air enfolding like something newer on the line of the quest as it carried us forward into newer days left alone among the shining spires of the cities of the heart and mind no less unreal than time itself which rings and splatters covering us with the residues of its hands.
By the heart reminded of unceasing tempo and scrim, the longer while recalls the place we came from in the long ago destiny of hours and flowers, none of which were ever exchanged but only intentioned into memory by the absence we sheltered from who we were after all unknown but not bedeviled from the heart and flours in the bread of life itself reminded us to sing once more, an old fat hippie with feet benumbed by smoking, puffing up the sand dunes with one last journey in the back of his mind, the days slipping quietly from your heart to mind makes the time shorter than knots upon the tangled skein of life and breath, how the heart mines its own destiny quite apart from intention or manner. As if you’d know or not how the heart’s particles are made of light and breath in the darkness of night flowing across these sands of mine and yours. So there’s a question and answer given at the same time in three distinct paragraphs which encompass their simplicity in segments which are not entirely thought out nor even clearly felt but which come from this deeper place of entry and discard, or, if, passing from the tempos we once knew in the dance, clumsy and unrenowned, now the hours are more than sliding into the ocean we live beside but surf up on the shore like a remembered locale framing the terms and seasons into color and narrative and eloquence reminding nothing of nobody in the outer rails which pool about us, our longing our hands and our hearts breathing on the tempo which most calls the day another dance described from these scratchings on the wall along the way to the patio outside in the sun where nothing waits but sings again.
By the long way round, by the longer way stills the heart’s disturbances unequal’d by the task itself a long way between her and here, more than a letter from the mind’s empty corridors starting with ‘how long is long enough?’ Clears the air for other, larger sentiments of the day. Like, would we touch and if so how long is long enough, without exaggerating, answer me that one in the darkness of the sign of longing emanates from your lips and skin surrounds the rest of you resting…. Nada the poetry dog nestles between my feet on the floor in her attitude of patience and an afforded light from her constant heart which warms me at night on the bed around the way and waving one paw free enough to declare the day yours and mine long enough to call the time our own for once wanting nothing more than the longest yard claims our falling years among these longings and sensations which come again, again, they rest and call us out again.
By the hand asided, hands are linked across the water in the air which clings from intent to design the hands have their way waving in the time between spoke and wheel, affirmed at their intents and purposes by a signing lingo which makes fingers touch in a circular fusion undescribed yet felt like an open door opening again if you care to read this line from the inner marks left upon the grind of the wave on the shore clearing all hands on deck for the remainder of the voyage has you pinned up on the wall of my locker next to my pallet on the floor of the ship which takes us all along the coast of anywhere you’ve been to call in ports and distances across the flat blue waves of what comes to be known as the place itself unchanging and yet hanging around in the question of what’s wanted and what’s known and what’s been there before now and then you touch me deeply enough to call out in the code of centuries hanging baskets of hands are worn around the neck to ward off evils too deep to describe them make the day our own lingering tempos of bark and breath, or word and deed met in the air enfolding like something newer on the line of the quest as it carried us forward into newer days left alone among the shining spires of the cities of the heart and mind no less unreal than time itself which rings and splatters covering us with the residues of its hands.
By the heart reminded of unceasing tempo and scrim, the longer while recalls the place we came from in the long ago destiny of hours and flowers, none of which were ever exchanged but only intentioned into memory by the absence we sheltered from who we were after all unknown but not bedeviled from the heart and flours in the bread of life itself reminded us to sing once more, an old fat hippie with feet benumbed by smoking, puffing up the sand dunes with one last journey in the back of his mind, the days slipping quietly from your heart to mind makes the time shorter than knots upon the tangled skein of life and breath, how the heart mines its own destiny quite apart from intention or manner. As if you’d know or not how the heart’s particles are made of light and breath in the darkness of night flowing across these sands of mine and yours. So there’s a question and answer given at the same time in three distinct paragraphs which encompass their simplicity in segments which are not entirely thought out nor even clearly felt but which come from this deeper place of entry and discard, or, if, passing from the tempos we once knew in the dance, clumsy and unrenowned, now the hours are more than sliding into the ocean we live beside but surf up on the shore like a remembered locale framing the terms and seasons into color and narrative and eloquence reminding nothing of nobody in the outer rails which pool about us, our longing our hands and our hearts breathing on the tempo which most calls the day another dance described from these scratchings on the wall along the way to the patio outside in the sun where nothing waits but sings again.
I’d come too far to this ironic flat to think of being alone any longer, so much for the well-intentioned past floating through your brainstem in repute no stranger lingers in the mists around your head…. They’d been there and done that, as the saying grows along the rafters of your own deceit. This is the focal plane of shutters and windows which open out along the parkway overlooking the river below, the famous pathway of the rich and lame-dust on the sands of time itself, a shattered elbow or a broken sentence, no matter in the lanes of the village itself a small destination permitted by truce and eloquence. This was the place I’d come to, satisfied by only one small survival in this destiny of sorts. No color. A room unburdened of its purpose, a small plastic card to be used in the event of my death to summon the bakers and weaners from their dark coven unintended consequences, collateral and damaged at the same time.
And yours was the message hardest to understand yet I fully expected it to contain the beauty of its simplicity, you being you and me being me, there’s really no other tack to maintain in these waning days of the history of everything. There’s even a path to follow, but it leads to the same quiet space, a possum skull perfectly cleaned by the erosion time brings to its passages, the gray-white polish of the emptiness we all inhabit. Perhaps it was still thinking, ‘no, this way out…’ but probably not, possibly an intern had left the remains of the day for us to find out, not a warning sign but a welcoming presence for the others to note as they wandered by on their way somewhere rather than nowhere…. A hard lesson to understand, a lesser mention to withstand, a nether region to contemplate, the dirt of it all, what we are reduced to in the empty moments after….
Yet the continuing clears the air of its unwillingness to interact without pity or scorn. It’s another busy, empty day when the very teeth of it are left embedded in the clay jar you drink from…. Plates emptied by the door, the food all put away into the cold storage locker, it’s plenty of juice on the gates of plastic and rhyme, it’s a cool air around your head that makes you lift up and stare out into the flowery summer winds around the cabin, as neighbors come and go in their huge, metallic rooms which move under their own power down the lanes of this beachside community where everyone comes to die.
The power lines are running smoothly, piping tiny electrons into the screen of this machine which allows me to write on the lighted, vertical plane before me, the silent tap of the keyboard a relative silence in the morning of the day ahead of me…. No, I’d thought not to be alone any longer, but there you go, it’s still the same movie running through the credits and the previews of cosmic attractions – the space, the emptiness after fullness and the rival tempos all screaming through the air like radio signals the day of the earthquake which resemble nothing in particular so much as a signpost for the cars to follow on their way out of the city. Refuge here, soup served every day at dawn, a carrot and fish head stew gleaned from the beach tides, no manner to the movie, it’s a blue balloon again, a gran faloon husting on the outskirts of memory, their renovated skins recall the day ahead in its warning signs not to escape but to line up on the side of the kiln where the tiny houses bake all day and emerge finally into the shopkeeper’s studio behind the book store and across from the building which bears my name. A lesbian book store going in, who’ll shop there, surely not me. I’m the last throwback of the year, a fossil mental case encompassed by doubt and history, laying the cornerstone for whatever follows into the night without warning signs or any particular agenda, it’s still the same layer of meaning that scoops and trembles, which slowly finds the words for what cannot really be expressed in this similitude of acts and postures which finally claims us finally.
The broken arrows cling. Rubric of fashioned lates, runic by rationed flakes, mirror claims revert no less than seven distances, the ball bounding through the hands of several would-be millionaires, it took less time to fart in the tunnel than to clasp the arks of defeated warriors on the rack of the infrastructure allowances laid up by the cottage with care. It seemed less than that, a moratorium on disease among grapes, hallowed in the evening of these hollow promises by other folks who don’t seem to care one way or the other. The calm indifference was historical in its spread among the outcast tribes of consumerism as if they were merely cattle on the prod and pasture. Overt as it may have been, no news was not forthcoming any way you chose to look at it.
Deck apes paraded among the scuttle fish or were just not permitted. No flash photos permitted either way you chose to look at it. Personally, I opted out of the whole thing as long as there was food in the house. The privatized houseflies tended to charge more for their surfaces than their impoverished counterparts from the pubic selector. Not. By any means, it was a clear sign of the end of things, better to move to Asia and become a cipher in disguise, a molecule on the hand of the holy one, wholly won, whatever. Yours was the anchor watt, hidden in the jungle with the rest of her booty. A lame man can tread under the stars while the rich monk passes his friend in the woods. Like a version.
Ordinarily, the best way around an obstacle is to redefine it. Passages on the wave of knowing. Allowances from the details of the post-ludic age of indifferences. I’d not seen the likes of him before the parade, something I’d read in the style sheet provided by the newspaper in lieu of a vocabulary cheque. I’m not heanded. Particled-out on the wood of the plastic house, papered with old dollars (and wait til they split again) by the hand that feeds them. Taking but a minute. The broken syllables of public discourse of course reminds them of their only chasm in secret desserts made unpalletable. No wood. Eid Haddam cloaked his invisibility without sentries or portables, their graffiti found in the playground waste cans, buried under mounds of hamburger wrappers and old shellfish.
So, the fiction itself is made up. Not a second too soon since the belief systems are all evacuated within the parameters declared private and not subject to fines or reviews by the sharecroppers who mine them (“Mine!”) – an allowable presence which clutters your foolscap inventions with rhyme and scion. Another loop rescinded, a monster bush in its past tense made eloquent by its silence, there’s the sympathy you’d expected from the crash of your beloved expectations. Hope for the worst and avoid disappointment, even the smallest trees in your orchard of bereavement will bear its smallish, bitter fruit, more easily packaged than knot.
The wurst of your livers and dyers, sunken in their 50-gallon drums in the courtyard below, blues and reds and yellows standing out against the misery of the cement corridor. Now you begin to smell the future rinding down on your broken collar, now you stick to your buns and treasons in private acknowledging that nothing will be done, nothing at all. So don’t wait, just pass your stones throughout the circuit of your mystery. Personally, I’d say “Punt!” and hope for a field goal in disguise, an untoward development for the opposition, leaving the editorials for those who still speak the language, leaning forward in expectations of community and compatible blood types prepared by your emergency teams in action enacted slowly across platforms of use and expectation like someone willing to expose the disasters of history on the palm of sand.
Prison ingrate surface. Grated communes linked afar no pleasure in the monkey shines aparted mentations their own globabble links to outer starts these allowed to speak by default the prison’s rated cheese less knowable than before in silence they wreak us down the lane no appositives gerunding among the sentence structures wherever sent to leak their poisoned secrets off her shining face, apple red cheeks pouching chimpmonk like the rest of their ilk. No more. Enough of these late-night rovers cling aside as much as not noticed in the babbler touching sighs among the peasants gathered around their fucks are lent to other nations’ reclusive dictators far less hoped for than episodic razz matazz inking papers now and then.
Fortunate to those who follow these empty charades is the layer upon which it all rests in the hopeless and the hopeful who populate the empty cities bereft of supplies and or flaming lips speaking tongues their own lingo portrayed as if internet speakeasy is not so much implied as rectified beyond appearances in the latent porches of your own diatribes running in circles have not indicated any position or color on the sands of time. Your own resemblance alerts me to some incursion here but properly described emits some rulers of thumb and nail biting has a formal preclusion inherent beyond the marks on the floor.
I called you neighbor in the rungs of less heat than before. But no allowances were met afar the sudden intersection boxed not stirred with straw mats on the door as undescribed one liners in the panties of fate restored by lines implied within definitions as if inertial to monuments we denied them one after the next on the plates and finishes of the wall before your hands unlimned buttressed apart from known substances boxed no rennin added before or after consumption in small children left unreported by those who just didn’t care for any interference from flowers at the mall one after the child borne by still birthed mechanisms where the last are the first among their cretins forced labor in the absence of any oxygen tanks and pressures let go unnoticed in any after math at all.
Still I call you down the seasons in the dark before us gradually becoming clear that none of the above certainly applies here to what you’d internally tossed alive into the fires of life the waters of strife fighting over every drop left in the heavier depths where the giant squid lives and thrives its beak upon the darkness of the waters one hand at a time you came up over the side of the boat only to find plumbing the deaths of others in a circular saw laying the floor down one board at a time. Stern master plinth and succor from the detrimental and lessoned heaves one bag at a time into the hold of the shit.
I moved aside lest she pass me by in silent stages playing to another empty house when only fifteen showed up despite a massive informational effort on the part of all the poets concerned with distribution and practice. The flowers themselves renounced their color, as if an organized campaign had consciously taken place among the life forms at strontium ninny headed up the campaign for the release of the prisoners ingrated on the floors of the tower again, yet heanded beyond tempo in their gray uniforms where they were kept from the prying eyes of the medium rare implications were left on the table. Still, eyed had ‘em now and then at the top of the hill your own corrections made more or less automatically at this point recommended by the ignorant hippos wandering the grounds with their weapons stuck onto their foreheads, rhino or not. Now the hour terms its willingness to be described in these few words as if some clarity were possible and rampant in the husks of doubt which retain their original flavor even in death. Still you call my name every hour as I answer at equally unpredictable intervals of color and top.
‘…the chthonic /comes up through the soles of the feet / blows up out the top of the head…like we had some kind of choice in some of this….’ Rant of dour poise, the joyous precluded in its history by a nameless head of steaming noise at the beginning of the day’s remonstrations you might recall them all along the quay at the climate of morning in the small fishing village by the shores of the Mediterranean. We’d not been there before nor did we speak their language. It was all nod and blink and arm and hand signaling to get anything anywhere at all. But that was its comfort and its challenge, more to survive the need for food and water than to correct the tempo of the ages, far beyond our intent or desire. Soon the ship would come to carry us south into less safe regions, to teach the stragglers dependents and the ambitious on the huge air base known to have carried too much too long to too many for not enough of anything….
Now the largesse was declared in excess of time’s flowing matrix in the image and patronage of the ocean itself, another mirror for the mind’s recreation of big bang sentimentality, expanding universes aparted from the maze of the heart’s discoveries. We’d taken the time off from life to explore something outside the realm of chance terms laid as they were on top of more immediate memories. The wide, paved oceanfront sidewalks drew upon the shops the chai houses the winding streets of the village at the foot of a cliff of volcanic rock where the road above had been carved by hand a long time before us, an imaginary landscape set in the midst of small, brightly painted boats skiffs and scows which drew out from their own distances into the deep blue waters which let into the sea beyond. An away-station from the heart’s disturbances long ago in an empty landscape surrounded by our own fields of dream and scheme.
Now, here, the hours recall nothing. The sand dragon ekes up through your shoes and eats your soul in its’ way out of your head into the cool air which surrounds you. Maybe not today. The glue which holds it all together, the joy connectives themselves have all but disappeared from common life, although occasionally in the shopping malls and parking lots of the day around us, some accuracy descends to open the door and let you see through and into the totality of what has only before been imagined or sought. Here is the tempo of modernity, allayed into some kind of willingness by the seeker and the quest, both allowed their pressure by the sheer force of flight and repose, by the hours and days of motion on the face of the planet’s increasing weight, moving slower now, finally coming to rest in an otherwise empty field, itself a memory of what had preceded.
The roaming eye declares a point of focus and destination. Color marks the distinctions from each other as objects melt into a landscape which is unfamiliar yet bears some accuracy from its singularity, a shock, a reminder, an allowance for the time served and for the observations of all the links and passageways along the cobbled stones in the village itself. The busses come and go from the center square by the ancient fountain where the girls come each evening carrying now brightly colored plastic jugs to ferry the water home, walking past the boys in their best clothes who linger at the edges of the fountain’s space, dressed as they are in their best clothing, showing their best manners. The reminiscence of this benign dignity follows me along the signs of decay and wilderness which surround me now – everything unfinished and constantly beginning again from wherever it was before now. Now is what there is. Now is the lesson itself. As if we’d made an answer out of this particular moment, as if we’d had some kind of choice… this is the hollow tree at the edge of the plain where the bees keep their own largesse and penitent calm in the hours of sunrise and sunset…this is the open day.
What at first made sense gradually became clear, for it was no mistake at all but a silence from the heavens which got my attention alerted toward the elephant in the punchbowl of life itself no match for what had preceded me into the arena by leaps and bounding lines described as if it mattered. It was love’s anchor caught in my throat like an onomatopoeic bit of phlegm, maybe the wrong word stuck there mid-speech. Love’s due. ‘I’m not heanded’ he cried into the dark surrounding him in the village of life. A cool spin from Jack’s knife upon the floor at more central concerns than thought first from its description almost let go.
He called her back. Tattooed along the ridgeline from truck to hourglass in the window like a flame retardant spoke and wheel were thrown a piece of clay in the hands of the potter’s wheel and chain smoking one after the next in line to speak softly in the moving days ahead were let into light by the chimes beside them, barely moving at all. Would you were here this morning to stroke my bow and chasm not filled but allayed by the champions at dusk no mysteries are revealed here and now but claimed by those who most simply let them be taken from the field next to the house. Nostalgia in the field of husks. A monster entity let loose in the depths of one’s being there in the first place but not entitled for release, not quite yet.
He’d been there and done that. All along the highway signs left out in the rain would not master the situation but allowed it to recur silently across the lobby floor to meet again in the airport under the sign of the times, ten, eleven, once again chiming forward glues in this aspect of life to becalm morning’s hard-on once again the hour in the glass. But held and firm. A distant memory in the scheme and pleasure’s wrap on something flimsy and diaphanous corrected instantly by the machine into its proper rasp and counter. Another clipper in the moon, doused instantly from self acceptance driven along the hilltops and river valleys among the pheasants at their tiny plows.
Still you drove the ancient highways at the curving rabbits spun away at night into the music from the radio which only made their suicidal march onto the highway more bizarre than not. Love’s anchor in this pool of strife would mark you out from the herd no more than any other mystery you’d never understood in the first place becoming more obscure as the days rushed by into each other’s arms clasped for comfort and identity. I wooed you down the days and marked another chink in the walls of the house the logs filled with an oily rope which grew darker with each smoky night they’d reminded themselves of the tiny lines around her eyes were now filled with tears as she read this.
Thence and plenty, a hopeful resin called the surfboard leaning up against the shed was not his, nor hers either. A silent teen marched the floor with his arms upraised against the storm brewing at the outer reaches of the empire wore no clothes yet maintained an appearance of civility even with unfinished sentences falling on the ground, a war criminal in no disguise but the face he wore for everyone to recognize at the slightest whisper of scrutiny as metaphors mixed into puns and reasons to call the diphthong an example of itself.
We paused against the wooden shelf in the hallway which contained my ashes for another life not unintended but made into what it was by love’s anchor in the sand marking the days and nights as if you’d made the time our own again and again, heeling into the sand like a moss or schooner at the dock making its way into safe harbor from voyages long and clear, prepositions aligned in the moonlight according to size and width in the games of life and death we all attribute to some other cause than our own wits.
It slipped on word internal residues were kept from the central concerns not blue and read but an allowance on the nether reach of your own, firm hand. Sure, I conjured your essence in the theater of driving down the road against the tides unbeginning in the outer spoils of daylight and magnificence. Structure perhaps not a portion of composition but the very opposite, somewhere between occasion and occurrence. The latent sprain. The other side of doubt in this arrogance of despair, the search for what was lost in the spam and clutter of the resonant strain, the “resonant strain” as a sub-theme or a detail.
This was the hour you left behind on the porch with the photographs still in the camera’s wide-angled persistence. A musker on the mask, a mother on the flask…. How’d you do in the hereness of now. Another diatribe marked in the margins with a thick black pencil. Rustus occidentalis, a clusterfuck of nonentity proportions as here the day begins in the morning a time to write and writhe. I’d hold my part a part away from you in the morning no hardon slinks the spoken word as if it were a noun or presence. I’d had ‘em, not no norther in his realm but the clarity of allowances in the marker of true.
Slick me down. Hold the air’s willingness as a portion or as a revival. A welcome unconsciousness would at least make the passage of time allowable or at least tolerable. That’s the rub, the open chasm of her sighs and thighs another real undisturbed or left on the ankles of doubt, like a regional map of the heavens with no legend. Ah, the legend of it all, how the figures in memory were more than doubt or essence but the laggard sons of the ancient due. Lates. The musker doon and let unasided in the misery of disuse, harking doughs the lineament of disaster. I’ll die without the inner sign of you. Hears that as a tuneful reminiscence. Not a dinger, not a quail but the spooner in the musk.
This was a single down, rabbits on the field with their tails spunky with lime and doubt; allowed thus, the skinner bean not nostriled yea no answer in ‘is plinny. Thus unspoken unstuck with his feet planted neatly against the wall, just to demonstrate his high kick. Some days I have some hope, others, not. A zinocular zimmerole, a single spam on this stick of strife – latent in its’ residue fulfillment, nor a special hour let on these housings and tempos like a refluxed carbonate wheel-lining made interim and spaced-out beyond the insignificant soarings held plume and serpent by the man at bay.
This stings the ark a newer rheum unimploded, net scoriations a plover in the nets. Not to complain, mind you, but to extend the nature of the conversation itself a more obscure matter than the flavor on the script of chance encounters which were not whom or secret report, nay, the hour is close at hand, when the investigators are checking out the other investigators however silent they may retrieve in their reports to the unknown. This would be the empty time of what you clear asided.
I’d reminded the sentries that we were cleared to pass and no arguments would be permitted rather than the endless argumentation from the gallery of fools who all suspected that the shore burst or the river passage would not have happened at all without some version of success or arrival on the platform of success and innocence. Better to be the opposite, simple yet unintended by the clarity of the monument signing in the town square rather than the elephant or the dirty donkey stinking up the courtyard without pity or scorn.
I’d said now and then held out for something more than the sunken ruins out there in the dirt, where the quality of the act itself belied the monument of its anonymity…. Here was the open hour of beginning and ending, of life and remonstrance…. Your own.
At morning’s calm indifference, the omens cannot be deceived. Increase, the measure of the sign across the table from me. You are there again framed inside the lighted sphere of action, like a spokesman for the celestial region’s housing program. Still hours have left night’s clamorous dreamscape in the dust again, orange and blue disks revolving overhead with their own symmetry and ballast. Might the hour calm some regional participant into his or her own declivities and relimnaries to their posts at the start of the rest of the sleeping hours in their holsters dispatched or held at bay for their redisposition on the calm face of the day’s descriptions marking this hour as new.
I’d clung to the myths of my own participation, nothing less than a moment in the stew of life’s vegetables and seasonings captured like alien features on your best friend, settled glances, children waning, the collapse of everything a fingertip away from real, these are the special qualities with which we greet each second from its latent back and forth in the time between seconds – a relinquished job, an incomplete paint job, the opossum squashed on the road like a thimbleberry or a gnat on the windshield. No dinner tonight for the lax and the posterior flights canceled at the airport due to something, some thing caught in the computer’s glitch and spam for breakfast again you turn the eggs by hand and warm them under a light bulb. Hold. Speak to tongues in their wagging frenetic prelim of content at the helm of the ship now squeaking into port with all men on board at the side of the railings waving their tiny hats in the air, anxious for relief.
And when you come again, the towers move and rattle with earthquakes of intensity recalled from the place where you left them, sighing into noon or tamales without pity and scorn, spontaneous reminders of the air and tempo of the forgotten song which recalls the heart to its destiny in your hands, a meditation on the song itself clears the place next to you for a visitor in the darkness of who you were last week, stranded on the side of the road with no fish in the tank. I’d speak your lights on are holding back the layers of this particular word on the face of time’s clean memory of who we are in this darkness and dispassionate observation from the top of the climate is now blue and green again marking the terms as private or unknown, letting the sports-bar clothe you in unsentimental uniforms left on the floor in the hurry to undress aglow with points.
Rocks your hours without respect for the others. In the dream tears streaming down my face for no apparent reason, perhaps a quality of life itself, maybe another denial from the nether region of thought left in the dark to monitor itself against the walls and sentences from which judgments are made again and again….. now we’ve crossed into the next year again marking these passages as if not mentioned nor particles of light found on the floor next to the wooden sign which says nothing. Other poems remind while this is simply a part of the instructions for a machine you don’t understand but which has been assembled for your justification in the face of anything at all.
Now the residues have settled out ninety feet below the surface of the dusty, red-brown clay known as ‘what there is’…. In synch with the followers who do not see the rumor of their own passing as a tone in the music of the spheres, your allowances are recalled by the forms you’ve given them another tenor in the life of plants. Here is the specific moment in time which calls you out into the sensation of being here at all, askew in its lingering essence but abandoned by the hand that bred them, your face smiling toward me in the morning singing the same song again in welcome to the tides and spokes of the wheel turning every moment with every breath from the depths of now.
These are the signs of day’s beginning in the heart to pull you forward into the light.
A self effacing propriety in silence finaled implemento herein laid apart from all the preceding as if no other roomed inside these dusky hours spent at the infirmity onshore revolutions called no outer meant to be the same no longer inside yourself with attendant jargons lined up against the wall calls the air around you more than mine itself but clinging to the tunes we keep inside at all times no clammier than your wet hands lying on top of the bar….

2007

HOMAGES Book I

2007-04-21T09:55:00.000-07:00

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1 (6.26.74)

For, align,
turns to turn,
orange,
below there are
some to send.

And short, between along.

There are some, going through, to
and where
broken toward the line,
as if, but lying aside,
To part.

But, I have, and where, but here
this ease and color of light.

Particles claim toward : the rescue
performed, ally & song : resist.

delight shadow's eye
hard at leases, or sent.

The specific: resolve to lend, alert.

The line, gone, toward, through, at.

And then lived,
spoke, to slide.
space to hold.
The solitudes.
Are. As.

2

From some wooden line

light's collapse, renewed in eye.

You are firm, root's claim, shore.
Thirsty to term, there-from, alight,
list & send, the utter domain,
re-call,
here.
And slow, to turn, & turned, to slow.
Along
word, as tell as,
a life's food.

There are, of course.

Maintained, difficulty of slow following.

That & there, direct, slight, to see.

Heard, of center & point,
some air,
Beheld, terms to share, as the door,

no direct act, but some sudden.
there, food,
some huge air, formed.

The way, out include.

Particles
where composed
At.

3

Form, line's
dog-tree,
conjoint,
cup, spoon, jar, table,

handle.
Scan, from quick eye, sharp,
term
reverse.
Up, act, the plant, of food, and eat.

But work, some sound
eliminates,
the span
at-line, his face
between
openings alert & sent
day's doing
overt, reduced, compound

From some easing through of voice,

and life's trees around, wind.
color of orange sending there

new meetings are along
inert torment
and pleasure's high

from page away
going, the rest.

at, through, here, made.

4

Form's Dog-tree
three and refuse,
but finish.

arrangements, not doctrinal,
thirsty hands, bent the quick

as light's communion
organized

the Post of details
recognize,
horn, gleam, clasp.

onto some road, black
into
back, in to some

forgets as the growing

harps or nouns, greet

ear, body's
Smoke, wood, two trees

earth-seed & remember

a face, her's

mine

going toward, homing

5

Orange root's rest, inside the tree,
overt claims toward being
Through the air's noon-moon, along
and turning inside to become, there, also

into, car as telling, the form, and
belong also to go along the way, line,
Of the line, toward color's day
from beside, but terms also, gone, through.

the air, love's name is, from transit, out
into turning the leaf, or rewind, gong
blow to spine, spindle, but aloft, as
the belong often, terms to hold, away

thirteen, said go below, as tents are,
to the dirge or signal, then, words, too
from from the distance, of a man
into any shape whatever energy goes by

there & then to say into some relish
that the light there that, and light there
from the distance also belongs, the form

or looks back into some speed as if.

As if there or look

then to term the ripe
feeling a glove
then to say as

the the

6

Light's line life as : between rest.

Begin as term, time's old line,

but sharp then turn, to leave,

alone & long along these lines,

and turn to say, as this to be.

Into become
as then to
from along, or
being the same to send between.

Aposit.

7

Recall
to make
oar tune, then
grasps as term
thorough belittle spoke
met mark

drum, gone toward & turned

murk : move : turn : leaf & line

toward turn met

along the lone line : his voice

8

Term's list elicits, and easy,
but form yields through the
eye and molds
the moon
here and the light and here and

between your name an eye to be

also along to term and sell.

belong among dense airs, thorough

revolve through and begin answers

attitude from act-practice and profound

lean, air, made, mold, move, to

advise
the night and its peals, we met
air's new song lights particular ears
handing along the particles of nests
between and they have some light.
also along to become astir, loop to deal

color is this mood sending away

light has grown another density, loop

and continuing the same, told, held,

between what passed and met

9

From some
at, the rest colors; caps to send
at the night's belief, where sent
at a specific light and line.

In these motives to respond along
in some sudden terms, along to be
in the realities and words also to

lie along the way into some detail
lie through a particle of delight
lie at a rough center, made specific

between some and nests to peal
between these articles into the night
between alert designs also new

after the gray cans clatter furiously
after some marks have their door
after a line marks to spot the place

beside these rivers of moods, moved
and beside some sudden places, to
make and beside altogether new, too

split to send and stop between
breaths are made along the
eye's mind, as some easy doctrines
are made specific to tell someone
there are no others and dream
some nostrils from defeat to
lessen and passage onto this.

10

Half along beside, between away
And holds through, to be there, too
In some sudden place, going along.

Toward the new signs, also what they are
into among, or also along along :
heaved toward what is there to see.

And made along, to become along, as:
through & known, along to become,
where and meant, then marked to.

But grown along, met along, & known,
but into the place and met, through
and sent, made toward and met.

Marked, met, made, known, along
and made to, marked to, made,
into morning & known, marked, along.

Mute & met, but made, along, there.

Mode, alarum, recall, mark & spot,
there, made to marked to, thrust,
alert, known, made, sent, through.

There, along : known, spot & song.

Complete, mark, song and term, made
and won, known, marked along &
made, complete & known, along along.

Met, mute, song, along & mark.

11* =>Fire sequence & train whistle

What one asks,
even,
did consciousness
survive
the leap?

Yes, I remember you
in the
shade of
the
tree
this morning--
the orange--

the sound
of the

train's
whistle

right now

receding,

just now
fading.

Ah.lee
Out of sequence

12 Mountain top

Line's term line. And then turns, also,
to turn through time, waits to tell.

Spins, often, from form, some sends
then, as term & song, spins.
-------
Eagle seen, again, & sons,
-------

line, send
thirst, ease, list.

air travels upward.

Sun's day, lists leaves, & tells

Spun, and the line's time / are

forced, then, off the line.

eagle, turned, held.

leaf, spin & tell, leaves off,

comes through to hold, your line
tells, where the dust flies.

Crown, tells, the circle continues.
but mountain, then, song's eye.

Feel, spin to tell, complete.

13

Finds it in,
creeps, held.
belief between, & spins,
loads to soup, spins, too.

Along & sent, but one is tongue,
along to these markings, word to :
hear & become, along.

Light's eye, is lined out, tell.
along, pierce, spin, become.

Leave & tell, hold, take, spin.

Below-belong, to send between here.
and spin, tell, lets as gone, is.

have these beginnings, name's eye.
leaves to take & has to sell.

is, then, as name's spin, along the line
and grows, to be, these lines among
in the laying on of these terms, as.

there
between the spot
her eyes,
and some word
gets away,
spin
determined the course,
it was
seen.

14

Declarations of favor
do not include
but tell, & spin, away,
and turn to tell.
these lines hold & fall,
then revive, to go.

along a long line, the sun, & see.
the way is made, to hold & send,

but going is name & eye, the term.
we are, and sent, ourselves, to meet

and claim our time, as won, from
these lines & airs we make, from this

angle named, and pushed, along, through,
where it has some space, to fold, here:

line among, send
here to tell, we are, we
make
these lines

and meet time's
name & face
between,
among
&
through some
specific
sending out
Line.

15

A place & made, thorough, the term
and has, to yield, these and favor

toward the angle, eye's shield, past:
the magnified eagle, term & place

moving among lines, to become, and
place, telling to move, away, you are.

between yr eyes, a spot, yr legs, too,
and mine to know you are, inside.

but hold, a sky, blue & green, feathers.

shapes decline & spin, the day is even
& sharp, some names subsist like change,

and angle in to hold; and gone, but
steady, I'm your fire and claim, here.

penetrated. The spots diminish, there are
these ways to mend, and the heart's fire.

echo, place, sky. Sometime and now.
also, spared the clauses of furthering,

but particular, to shed more parts,
and also, to move, spot & claw,

a special distance : none, the immediate,
but firm, and not heavy, made so.

16

Leaf as turn some wooden line.

17

Open line, turns along, then spins,
thirsty to tune, going through here.

love's name yr heart' eye song,
thus, made mine in time, this, is, us.

mood-move, line, harps, to this, in.
schemes to move, moon, known, on.

Along. This moon send. Out : along, to.
foreswarn, and being in between.

and time, too, sings her fame, riding
the waves, sea-spun & wet, to meet,

and energy, this song to make my being,
where some sinking son celebrates

his love & being, so, thus to be yr time
& so, known to one, as. Become so.

word this fact; spins the day's key,
and spin, to sing along & wedge. Door.

you are. And keeps to say, along,
and here, met, in some sudden claim.

thrust to say, spin & come, claim, as
are as, belong to some coming-along

the way to saying, that & thus, become
Some saying in this time's knowing

where we are one, in-won, day's
time & line made song, you are, mine.

18

Blue, winding out, & stopped, along;
aside, then, among these sentences.

and told, too, where the line spends
to hold inside & turn, among time, and

spelling through, hears often, a lapse
to recall, even, where the depth is.

And told, too, align & call, here, as,
wrapt through cold distances, to arrive,

then, and sing out and out, that there
are these sentences to remember;

held, a term, to lodge and mark,
but swept, a goal, perhaps, spot.

particle, song, the dodge claims
to hold & lunge, across, even, & doubt.

but clear, also, another mark stopt
through time and sent, also, a mark.

and marked, even, & sung, also,
detailed, reeling-off, through, held,

determined or marked, and hold, a
tense departure, and diagrammed.

loose, claimed, or claim, and which
detail loosens the cloud, ever, ever.

19

Blue posts away, past parts sent.

indeed, along, there toward, this ease,
and skips also
through sense's color, too

between the moons they are to seem
where sailing farther, details of duty
and means, there, thus, always toward.

but permanent, terms of furniture, as:
the boom and eagle-spent, offered
to silence whereby partitions gather, to.

interior, astir form blue, as post posted
these arts, as favors artifacts, line.

line along beside always remember
there and slowing halt speed, to up.

and up and, pistol, there become
ease to ear as meant, him, along.

and up to and pins this stir, to
slip it in and rest, rests into.

holds to spin and sent, but trials
and settle to let, but hold to air.

and interior leaf to sent signal, as
the bear leans his seeing into
snap, snap, to sharp shape, and out.

20

Slight to move, but holds, and through
or direction's course is short but clear.

and move. Here to dust, but settle,
and clear, among these lights, to have.

close, thorough : the ears are not wet,
but some escaping of sentences, close.

open the way out, to shoot them up,
the air, or fireworked, and made.

particle and tune, they are they; as.
into. Made toward morning. Up.

the finishing of the point, is told,
to move, along, among, and, to, end.

but open, begin, all marks made,
the light sings out her hair is waves,

and sold, the mood, and clipped-to,
elongation & tune, again, to hold

the mark among its totals, and
find pleasure in the term "from"

the morning's movies, and snug, along,
the clear and tense afterthoughts of

love's beginning, in the flash & spin
of time's own moving to & to, here.

21

Line's east ease, turns, skips.

ear moon, and align, heaved at
a motor and claw, the pool eats.

before, and monkeys, leaving home
to their nouns, to glow and fantasy, couple.

but loom away arrive, the passing
of seasons sea salt and blow, down.

and make and. Play to heave into
another limit of the far, reduced of.

light's name willingly : the crows are
eating trees, but skip away, too, to

hold & crash, like arriving and in
departure, corn, the rattle, & halt

to skip or screw, to reduce the
heat & image out to see : coffee.

or: signal to noon, hungry, you are,
and reversed, to think, that here, too.

are you seeing sinking or has flat
posts to denote a noun and marking.

but music is tension : sea tools
are new errors to clasp marks into

some wooden seasons, and harp
to noon, a lost tree, seen & touch.

22

Line's ease at turns & stops.

to hold behold & through
along along, beside.
& here,
to rest between lines & see
but you are, and met, to hold
to ease & go between. At.

: Perform, and ring
these are some pasts, to
become at once, being, so.

=> Between, and touch, away,
thrust to hold, remember,
slight but exact,
and chords
of, into the one,
line, is.

eaten, but thorough, & not brown
to become also this
transit
exit to same, & met,
molded
through through lapse & start,

eagle, brown, seemed & is, the
same, to rush through,
impact, whereas,
notes. Inside.

23

Lines like light, moods are color
drawn, in, and the air's passing,

but out, along the way, to hold, here
where some day finishes rain out, & moves

again, to spread the air in, as morning
has some transparency to be clear, &

hold, again, to what is firm and the
clarity of the time is partial, meaning,

then, to some registry backwards, out,
the moon clears to sail & out, to be

these airs of passage, through a gray
dusk, into sentences, coherent, reply,

The outer densities of shadow are
clean, and trees erupt sideways, out

to some white glare, journeying toward
the day where time is, and out, then,

to become cleared-out in some
moving, or loss, even, to declare

the time of this calculation, and
rhythm of the color to belong among

the motive where they call out, along
the way drawn through these claims

24

Term to line, as air is, & holds

through to line, and hold, as air
is, and thorough, along these

lines, to go through & hold along,
and color's eye, beheld, here.

between then, to hold the line.
specific, then, to turn to & hold.

and air, too, becoming words, they
are air, and turn between this.

as if, then, as when, to leave
the air woodenly between & hold.

and met, too, to become some
turning through of places & acts,

that there are, finally, some align-
ments to shore, & will, to speak.

but words, too, are vocable & list,
to clatter along the way, to hold
to mark the shore willingly, the way.

25

Grass & toe, they see out from some
distance to the air and are the same.

to the light we hold our way, and
tell to turn, these partitions of chance

and cause, modified in turning, our
way yields to some crossing, this.

posts are new and wooden; mark:
the days are not new but their form.

and telling, this night, too, holds, in:
there are some sentences here, & new.

now the flies are buzzed, to thirsty
hearts made sudden, and turned out.

where is there passion but in some
seed along among and gray to tell.

the capsules are mounted, again,
and dragons have their names too,

but heat the stone for willingness,
and capture slow gnawing for the eye.

and sound yr eye to tell the mind
its duties, and lose the eagle to his way,

out along the sentences, where doubt
leaps away & scores some suddenness often.

26

Spin to turn, as terms lie-to, & yield,
but shape to lean & slide through.

Drain to hold & send along, then to
skip & send into, space, told, term.

part to shape, turn to hold & move,
then to lean, leave, hold, lie, emerge.

Words to some density, among alarum
& sent, turn, sent through and held:

white to color to dark, meant to
lean, among some density & held.

Loom & shield, terminal & song, and
onto the planes of shape, held.

Parts to lines and the vocable solarity.
Mood to life, and claims, stir, claim.

Memory and song, altogether, their line
and spent, aloft, foreign a sudden wave.

Left alert, astir and gone, he hopes.
Part to limb, words and their generatives.

escape and run, then stop. See to detail.
Moons relax & change, and again.

But lines hold & stir among a nest,
and finish, part & claim, along, to.

27

Line's life-light, spin & hold, among,
and turns aside, from looms foretold.

Heaviness among, but density apart & further
harness along, to tell light's line along

and turn, here, through to another forestry
from distances briefed along homages

and some calculus of afterthought's son,
beside beside orange turtle of often sent,

or part to turn & live like life's line-light
thorough, diminished, answering season

and sea-tide from blue-wet error,
and seen the lived-out attitude

toward some settled tenor of clarity
better angle line term as distance,

and part-gray and white cloud told,
often & other, as some tool of offers made

toward reading-out and sentences,
where growing short, attend & roost,

to slide between but rest outer & languid,
hard to term upright, post, posture, are

these days between themselves astir
like sending belimed, a word, in, or out.

28

Visible distances particular chant, in.
Loop to pass, along, & hearing, from.

Align & speak, a partial loop, passed,
but mark, a node & loom, hearing.

Drum this drum. The marks distinguish.
Air passing through your heart, laughs.

Ticking from some bell & begun, along,
among and peas to sparkle between.

Lined-up, made "inform" by destiny, at.
Specific and familiar, the way is seen.

You are you : a circularity, and revolves.
But tense is an air, & kept, secret,

& this hesitance of waves leaps through
sentences, doubling out air upon air

to some / such new beginning, as keeps,
or will & line, stretched out, seen,

then, to gray domes uprised to language,
and image neither fantasy nor dream,

but a reduction of the mental to some
limitation of recall, timed-out, held.

And away, then, live without them, &
then return to yr own seeing. No habits.

28.2

Loop to name, & hears, the day holds
these ferverences, or are you bold?

And leap away to yr owl lining of
time's seeming to be yr own, &

leave the loops disdainfully, no turn,
he has these letters un-answrd, yes,

and final, the permanent dreaming-out
of something personal, another tangent,

or swiftly, dismissed as improper, styled,
but reminded-out, claimed as a
stone would become some turning

here to here, the light fancy a
speed-rush, another diminishment,
but then, nothing else to do, and relax.

Home, then, lighted, then, a face, then,
and children, grass-light, meadow-time,

how we hold some places firm, & tell
some rehearsals that there are no others,

Awaited
skipped boot

Love's whole place her eye
dark blue face
touched to
sleep.

28.3

The visible distances the real
and holds the proper mark, unwound

to this specific density, voice upon
voice, from the color blue, outward,

and then turned from figures into
some claiming, again, among, into

this new beginning, grace & tone,
is some music, again, & told.

Outward, as the figure of grace, is:
and further, then, along among

friends & dreamers, others, too, beside
the time of its sending out,

outer & outer, like this liking

we are become one among song

this other to tell & sing of love

here among here, then, to speak,

yr name, blue tent, and sea deep
eyes, yr face, my flower,

and sung, again, this being-so
we are become
so fullingly.

29

Time turns easily, to slip a peg, & hold.
Light's posited to frown at these

light terms, you are, and starred
to loop up, inside your eye, to see.

And line, among, work at the hard
edges of trees, peeled away, the

water curves, but sweeps, the words are
slow to, arm of, time in and gone.

You are. And met. Me, at the edge.
this turning out, but lights the eye.

And clearing, out, from some ease, to
move on, again, in some wood or turf.

Leave & hold, both resemblances are
perfect, to their causes, made, at least,

from the air, spoke, and told, to creep
through, a line, then, among the air.

Are. Spent & shot, coming up again,
and going through, the new, and start.

Three. These admissions to speech, sudden
but told, some new origin, at least, they

have nailed it down, the edge of the
world, claimed, won, sought, taut.

30

Light's line & turns aside, terminal
and voice, penetration forward, spoke,

but ally toward, and voice spoken,
outer, to tell, as mood to sight,

along, turned against saying , beside
and moved overt, told through specific

indications of will formed beside
these designates : wholesome, calculus

of the eye, marked along terms aside
forward to hold, wherever the term

slides throughout speech to mark the
line along to speech between the mark

to hold, return, alights & spins,
throughout the same and made,

but slips & then to make this eye
love's own & tell, through, to skip

and repeat again, the same, marked
throughout and left ahold, the light

lisps away & spins, repeat this one
and holds, tight, the owing of

lives and dimension, spun, out, green
marked, along, out, eye, flame.

31

Light's line terms the air, speaks,
to ship & send, along, the line,

and has air beheld to come, forth,
then, to become air in turning,

out, to speak, along, and a way
is made, then set, to hold

among things, from these perimeters,
unknown or last ed-out, from

their own densities, asleep and perfect,
thrown toward what is there

among us to our knowing, one
among one, longing out : lunging.

thorough or profuse, spoken or not,
these elongations are new & total,

and thread through the line's
beginning as if, as-if, and hold,

but spend along to speak and
tell, that there the rain comes,

to relieve the air's body &
streaming out coming out, to

say here & here & then hold
to speech, air, told, one, in

32

Grass roots out, then in, & spares the line
to throw along, and light among this

becoming where the air rests, thorough
and profuse, describing words, and holds,

to stay ahold this space belongs, love's eye
opening at yr touch, to speak between

some time aligns the time from this line
along the roughed out turned out edge

of time, along the shore, spoke, as, to
the places of the marking-out, as, to

penetrate & hold, mark along color, to see,
then, as a making shapes these airs

of movements, through to hold, or touch away
to see, that we are here, along the blue

tent weaving, to make certain these lines
and markings from the dust, spoke, to,

held, to, and met, certain, or sure,
to speak these waves & lines of light,

then, becoming light through to see,
having coupled-out from the edge

at this new beginning, complete, & blue
made throughout the same & one, thus.

33

Flash, recall and out, to turn aside
and spell, marked, onto the line,

but turns & holds, throughout the
same, and told, went, thorough,

again, to tell & hold along the line
where terminal & profound, we speak,

and rise, again, along among this
detail of air spoken & sung along:

here also we resemble outward & hold
our lines, each to each, & speak

so & so, again, we are the same
and where we are, along, the way,

and held, here among here, to resemble
nothing, & yield, even, to this

presence, we are, and doing, we are,
this being-so, and resembling, move,

throughout, along, recall and flash,
to do these simplicities their being

what they are, to some detail, & made
so & so, thrust throughout along :

a way is made, then set, out
for what is there, termed.

34

Blue line among these spokes,
to tell, also, along the line, here.

And hope, to tell, out, these
marks all ways, the same, included,

from some recall, out, the door,
made and set, through, here, also.

And moves, through space, & thorough,
among some stones, lined, also alert,

but slid, precise, the mark, stayed
to say the line is small, love's

eye & song, spoke, too, wheeled,
around the way around, along.

silent. Moved. A space would tell,
but hold the eye, love's name,

to see & hold, on, the line, then,
made throughout the same in

some doing, to become sudden
and alert through some saying,

but is not moved, & seen, also,
there & held, asleep you are

in blue & white, and said, here,
to love spoke & song, among.

35

Dream's source & light, not its story,
moves to see & hold, among its

silences, throughout interrupted the same
way not again but skips to shape

& song all ways new & trembling, but
seen among its pleasures, noun.

And said, to tell again its way
of being there along the way to

hold & sing, you are : there & here,
and held firm, yr eye, opened,

to touch, I am, and one among
you, then, and rising out of air

to become and stay, motive and
brilliance, seen, then, to have these

sentences unwound again, we are
moving, then, costume & sign,

and thrust along the blood to
rise arise, and push in to this

pleasure, and rest and come, then,
into her face, seen & felt, as

some driving through of life's
energies & song as one & made.

36

Any day new the same return, & hold
the mark close, to see we are

here and dreaming the same way
but spoke out to hold along the

trail up to some mountain space,
out to tell light's eye & shore,

and made, then, of these overt
marks & arrows, no words are

made not shot or cut but lapsed
out cut through & seen to be

the things of life's new beginning
where the air thins out & stops,

but see, there is some blood-rush
driven to the visual distance, &

shrunk, yr thought eclipsed to
this short distance, yielded out

as her name is pleasure, and seen
thus, song, out, made & done, to

be these things of life's own
choosing, then, and driven from

some shore outward, begun in
moving among these stones of life.

37

This marking placed us out, along
a water cliffed, but clean edge. Here.

And rained down, heavy, to roar,
the water, curved around, nearby,

selective, of these wordings, of.
The air resembles, & holds us,
coming away, to be this raffle

of our selves, made to turn
by light's airs made friend.

Heaved through, night's line, of.
spoke & silenced
we spared the
orange
mood.
cleaned
water holds the way
and memento of her act,
around,
no onions
but trembled on the stairway,
encased
"tortured dream demon"
and
their voices, shrugged.
No-one sent them.
we'll pass by.
held out, left among.
water : rock.
To.

38

Light's art, turned around, and still, enfold
to marks, & speak, as if, and silent,

but marked through, air, the term, and
Leaving, thorough, the mark, to meet, then

where we fall, into the open, to make
some sounding, of, often, and into, the one.

but these terms resound, & summer's rain
unwinds, perfect & sincere, where we made

some rescuing-out, to be these things of life
and hold our time exactly, pursuit & thing,

from unwound pressures derived, words
from the mouths of men, & houses, fr god.

but that's the speech, there, and what we
are is finished, and how this coupling acts

us through the line to some becoming, and
then rests across, to hold, "just four," &

then leaps on, and where the water
turns around, we are alone, again, to

practice at our touching, and the house
commands, somewhere, and we are profuse,

delimited toward love's eye & name
from some becoming, out, to tell, here.

39

Spins to turn return some stance
recall to single & particular grace

as one, to sing, cloud to light, color
bowed around, mountain open to

frame of love's eye, seen & won to
be a call from line arrow out.

thus to see & sing the same, as part
& rock, stacked, ribbed & spent,

shore burst, flung, sanded out & named,
here, at turn & bend to mark &

turn, shore to wind & cleared, from
rain dropped in & laid away, to.

across, three & then one & then one,
and spruce, or mountain, uprised,

root & call, name & tongue, in to
you, your eye & named, this

as if (as if) to tell & told, spoke
uttering of flame & color, marked

off, a rope, knot, song, said, for:
here and here, then, color's light at

the edge & just diminishing, at
evening, and bent around just fine.

39.2

& thrown, aside, for rocked eases, to
these dream demons won, they are that,

and from last night's readiness, to meet,
then, retreat, then, to win this view,

here, at the stream's edge, where a house
might become, logged in & shorn up,

built or named, from no disaster but
love's eases, and the thirst outward

relieved, as rain comes, here, &
spends these ferns upward, as they

are, to become themselves, giant or
birch, white papered eye of rushed

night to moon this space & told, then,
stuttered out like some couplings,

as we lean forward onto the arm of
the sea & swept, streambed & line,

through the color of time's own name,
love rushes out & clings, cold & fancy,

to our speech, literal and continuous,
lining over the hill woodenly, to sound

out our names among the density
of the dream's beginning to be so.

40

And waits, to spell, this sea, & coming.
then lines to hold, among, thrown, to.

completed throughout, a state or air, drawn
toward morning, & deepened, at the edge

to these alignments & nouns, gathering into
light from some dismissal of proprieties, of.

Still, motive gains from coming at, and
the postures jam out, touched at some

act of distinct colors, choice to describe,
to gates of this softening, will and art

submit, then, & leap through her eye,
to elongate, posterior, associated, here.

and mark, these drops are seeded, too,
and globed, air and song, light's

tenure & domain, doubled, sentenced,
particles of clarity, and galloping.

out to out, marked out, touched out
the walls are seen, built, her teeth.

and blood-rushed, light-formed, spacious,
earth blown, larger than this becoming

a boat, vessel, goat or tree, a reduction
enlarged, turned, skipped, along, among.

41

Marks the spot, & holds, throughout the
time's line, and spent, terminal & gong.

After line & mark, turn to call, open to
this concentration & time, new & permanent,

aligned to air's morsel & term, again,
to go around these tight turnings-out,

between the time, slid, skipped, also
the mood among color's space, here,

at distinction cast, made along the line,
around the world, then, again, to come

through the water to rock-cast, out,
and then holds, to remember, ribbed.

the line. And leaps, leaves to come
to hold there & eases in again, held

firm, against the wall, and then to
mold over against these worlds, too.

And days holding forth, throughout the
place, biscuit and tone, outward, to

lose the way, but touched brass, aloft,
his ticking, to sheep, slip, verb, act,

the scale and water sleeps, lost the
words, and hard among, steep, skip.

42.1

Modeled, throughout, to shape &
turn, send, ascend, then, a lake

or pool of, night of, spin, over to
the edge of sound, sound, spin at:

you are: become, then, a line among,
and represents some calculation, there,

as a way is set, berries, too, and
turned out to love's eye, scene,

and then pulsed-through, blood
rush & name, as-has, in the

evening of sentences, broken through,
where there age blue balloons, too,

to see, in the tent, or green &
graceful, to dry quickly, a spot,

here, associates of the line's time
and shore, swarming-out, to

detail up, the thirsty claims are new,
and told, out, another line, but

no weakening of will's claims, or eating,
but final, a day decides, and

removes to sense, some are drawn
to leap-lapse, & set it loose.

42.2

Blue, and met. A hard tree,
escapes, again a note is told,

pieces to skip through, notes there,
and music, below the posts, are.

to whom sent, a moon away, hears,
to see, too, again, you are these

recollections skipped between times
loose, fitful, but some color has the

way, to focus down, to seven
even & profuse, a vocabulary revolves,

here, & turns, & goes around, through
choice, spot-spot, and touches

down, the hot-pad, align the earth's
words, particle & claim, & rush

on out, again, specific as the
densities are, & are there, too,

skipped, eclipsed.
post & moon, the
thirsty eaves subside, to slide on
through, the doorway, leans, to set

some particular shore, entailed, or
of, as a location describes, & rests,
now, out, & detailed, to moon along.

42.3

then leased,
spoon-specific, &
not broken out, but
filled in, & into love's eye cast

and filled, the heart's anchor, & word,
they are the same,
and some filling,

too, as the water is made, by heat,
to boil, some declension of taste

for acts, & in some density removed
to tense, present, is being hungry:

For the fortune of these rings & lines:
for the features to some easing,
and leaps away, to shore

where these lines subside & linger
in some rescuing forth of pieces,

and made along, there are no others,
and leaped away, a song, you

are. There to be seen, & sung among
your densities, here, where we are, of.

the line spends & shadow is perched
away, his shoulders ringed by, too,

and spoke, out, often, to leap.

42.4

Lines to turn, & hold, there they
go, splash, as looped-through,

and singing, too : the shell he gives
and knows its name, & says hello,

by these lines cast, through, the
day subsides, to turn out, and

rest, along the way, made,

to spend the day whole

and meet some
evocations.
out-flung
as love lies-to
And holds, we are among,
and orange, too,
these rocks
are seen, tomorrow, to be dry,

and play along the night's own
morning, broken open by design,

and slipped astir, fried, & soon,
there, some secrets uprooted,

to become some singular song,
and see it through the place,

wept, charged, signal & tool.

42.5

And through, too,
erased & kept
unwound, particular, encased,

like some liking, love's center
particular to see ease & draw

through, to complete, here as spoke,
rhythm-out, & tooled away, to

hear, also, yr name again, eagle.

spoke, through the ear & led
away, yr mind, holds taut

& shard, they & resemble, turning
to & yielding, face & song,

to eat & skim along, made,
among dense airs pulsed, tone

& song, spoke, rewind to tool,
leaped-out, shorn-out, pulse

of the body's tongue, spoke, at
some lying-to, skipped fertile,

act, art, at, and then rests:

luminosity : permit : way-see

loop-scoop.

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43

Light's line, out, termed through
the air and twice, to term and,

then, rusted-out, from love's tenor
strung out, or other, along the way,

older, or old, voiced, or not, "form
is form," it seems to say, but clear,

and starving along rhythm, strung
& painted, then, rough or strewn,

wrapped, but borne out, or said
to whomever is there, and to

some relinquishing, banked away,
missed, but trusted, thorough

and profound. Light is light, then,
or empty, as a style goes, or

a cadence, and quartered, into
our special considerations lived

through to be distinct, square, too,
and turned out, silvered, heard

like the voice is, and damp, at
home, or driven, outward, forth

like something found underway,
and struck, out, & fortunate.

44

Forged, along, a mark
turns through
and marks, again, to become these
alarums
willingly, and hold to
cloud or smoke, point & term.

penetrated, and lighted, but luminos.

through, light to color, a success.
termed, along, and moving.

Then thrust : push & make, the whole.
but made, a way, & said.

Any thoroughness, the tabletop, & even,
that is, covered & smooth, seen.
To yield out, but acts, swimming

the term, of favor to shape.
Relaxed, the eye. Going to nouns.
Seascape has this needled eye.

Plenty of and more than.
The hope of farms, lassitude.

But holds to & terms, to say.
then, often, marked, to.

Her name, & love's eye, too, shorn
to skip & loop among, eases
and let, to sharp, & sky.

45

Term, along the side, and kept, hollow
and turned through, as if to keep.

Mark, and thus alert, sky-sudden,
or sheep, shed, reflect, total.

Alarm, song's posture, foreign, to
these ears loose, or terminal,

limitation from outside places, to
keep along tightly then opens,

rain's ears, too, seated chairs
or rocks, and tied together,

like dreaming along between the
time's time, he might visit, is

welcome, of course, & specific
trades told to watch, closely,

maybe a block away, but here,
noted alongside, to share, him,

her eyes, the same and seen, a
lapse of error, words sent around.

Leap to sled
& hold, here among
alarum, as said, not too closely
and mid-scam, mind, too
and held, there

45.2

Affirm & tong, refract, spoke
to leased hedgerows, almost

sincere & certainly "meant," along
sympathetic chatter of homilies, to

become ( between) purple, a mantle
and ordered out, prompt, at mask

& drum, his term
to lease & swell

spoke among here
to blue ease kept

never to slide often away quick,
as red code-shelf keeps astir,

some linear, dusk, but keeps on,
and holds light to light, as.

Loaf-noodle, a spire, seen, at least,
but firm, retraced, this ground,

of stance & swing, pool, toward
the day of, mark of, often's ease.

Speak, to ease, not crept unwound,
but seen, a mark, & satisfied.

Rehearse to loop, skip to air,
in love's eye warmed, through.

46

Leaps to hold, & spin, around, root
topped, dog-run-by, and then again.

Loops to spin, this air, and are the
same, to hold along the edge & ride.

hold to leap, then leaped, where
& then spun-out, dried out, food.

And hears to sing, answer & claim
from some airs resembled, again.

Spin to claim, and named, again
furrow & song, her name, here,

& said, spoke, around, along, among,
but hurried, or through, his enemies,

of self, and made out, removed
by act & dream, arrived at, here,

where the smell, even, is tangibly
empty, detail of the sun's scale,

where some colors are natural enough,
but made, through, song's pleasure.

and held, too, from seeing, first, to
shallow and plaintive whispering,

in the rightness of attitude which permits
the levy & holds, holds to this singing.

46.2

And lines among this, to hold the name
of, claim's time told, & spun, small red

goes by, & leaves a trail strike strike &
turn, to sing the song, light goes out

from each splash, & rain even, traces,
& this line out, holds time away, too,

& touches down, from time sent, away
to turn on down, her name along this

place & name, & sees, to use, furrow
& seed, to ride on, there, spent to

line out, number out, restricted, like:
money, air-dust, red term, alongside.

merge to hold, along red sending, term
of another line, spun in, told, from

something won even by his return to
simpler distances, and won by that,

ear-designate and color-power to
some easier time, termed in &
said thorough & distinct, a pole.

but slipped, too, and controlled along
side, floated, around, even smaller.

thorough, noise of, distinct, blue, on.

47

Light's holding-in, and firm, through
time and color, across to this specification.

Doubt relinquishes, no term but sending,
and spins away, in life's details made,

but firm to say, and this mark to the
shore of green houses, made throughout

the same, to have the mark made,
and color made to some wood,

as the line's making submits to
these airs, total and name as

they are meant to be, among the
term & sign, from some signaling

cast, aloft, moving among revolutions,
along the rhythm of the eye's

leaving leaf among leaf, to have doubt
out & told, then, ear to some

telling, after this sending in of
time's own sign, & grown into

these areas and shapes made
firm, throughout and marked

this way of having, to make mark
& term of the world's eases, in.

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Sent throughout, to say, and mark,
along the line, made among here, as.

Walked, the fire line, and water, there,
as space, & danced, between ways.

Whistling, wired together, again, then, &
made into, or even, the same, here.

likened, among listening-after, the view.
Sharp, line, mark to air and spoke.

The day, holds. And view to permit,
along and strained, between, and a

cold time to it, but said, too, and made
firm, term & line, around, shaded, to.

The line, marked, through, air's shape,
and inside, rests, to situation,

there, spoke, to, along, seen, and
left astir, to speak, also, to

time cast, from time's line made,
and then around, again, to hold.

But spoke, term, claim, seen, to
hear & send, then, into the fire.

Leave and hold, creeping forward,
signal, time and air, sent into.

49

Dream raises thought : line terms right,
& sings throughout the same energy.

Line spends & leaves & hurries on, the
same thing, then, as spoke would be.

And light's leaving; attribute of plenty,
and turns to, to hold & sing along.

Speak to heal, then, & works, trans-
parent, or yielded into shape, here.

To move line among, along & moving
as : tense & air mark to leap, this.

And the leading-in of time's own
choosing, firm and whole, left

along the highway, shorn & stung
or named as one among densities.

loop to sell, and hold, you are.
Line among time, as this sending

out holds over the mark & term.
node or fold, all the same, filled,

a space, thrown to hear, as
listen, among, and gone, into.

Part & claim, neither folds outer,
and one term grows fitfully, love.

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And continues, t he same, at distance
to mark, stop, & flame, looped out.

And then hold, cool, on : these flourished
edges, and made certain, too, to thought.

Kept, clear, and marked, away, to
some generalities flowing on, held,

summary & gong, doubled out, this
shadow I am, to myself sent, raged:

there are no others, & love's answer
is plain, in similitude there is some

borrowing, & hesitation, spent away,
to close on the crucial line & hold,

there, as this sending echoes off
to resemblance, shaped by ceremony

to its outer character, & made
simply, too, within the name

of noise, even, & slight gone
through by the numbers, then,

and gone, and heard what he
wanted, and listened, to tell,

and suspend all along, among
these arrows of morning, sent.

51

And marks, the sun, here, twice
and then, moving, along, among.

Compressed. This reading, or what
you are dong this morning, and

some intelligence remains from
sleep regained, what do you mean,

signals? But fantasy empties
memory, & declares dreams begin

-ning, not the reverse, & claims
attention as more than nouns.

she leaps, I hold, that's the
way, and a man jumps, too,

but out, & where they meet
is permanent, said, spoke, done.

Leans, looped, to hold, the picture's
gestures, how pleasure turns,

these days, and makes our
time together what it is, &

simply, spent, water & stone, air
and sun, tree and hill, this

place : beginning, then, as some
willingness comes into play, & holds.

52

Skims along, firm, tread, these loops
filled throughout, parts in solitude,

and ceremonially gathered, acts, on
the line & met, to sail around, speak

onto the mat, willing & scarce, words
bent and welded, where they meet,

not as part but conjoin to edge &
surface : orange-wood, and plum meat,

how the line of feeling follows close
into some air of meeting, orthodox &

simple, they say, critic & song and
vocabulary, she dreamed me, too, and

loops to know, strung along among
where gold or color mean & swing

to their densities, fed or wept or
known along these ditches, water

and tree collapse to cities, diminished
in transition but yielded nonetheless.

mood & song and name : you are,
and met, arrow to noon, bent.

And sings, too, lunch & time, where
the moving is certain, direct & made.

53

Slips to turn, & shallows in, scrapes
& holds, then lines along the way.

Hears & says, this, and made through
time to become being & then out.

Over to tell, & tells, then goes in
the long color terms to tell & says.

Line along the way to come into this
telling, from color, scraped, seen.

And mood-move, along among a
turn, termed out and color & line.

Then marked, spot, scraped & slippt
out, in to hold and mark to tell.

And termed in to hold & light the
line & color's time turned high

and hold to sense, scraped in
and said then, heart to sell &

held to tell, easy, then, and made
firm, relaxed, off, and then made.

Color's line forgets, sees and marks
tolls & limes, scrapes to hold, here.

Limbs, leaves, holds-to, sent along,
among mark & term, stop to sail.

54

And marks, held, spoke, on, the
rung, made thorough, & hung.

Continued, and blue marks made
to turn into these wordings-at.

And heard, to say, then, elongated
to some sending, casks thrown

to the woods, up along the rock
capped and sung, and left,

at numbers, a note, made into
time by the body's heat, forest,

and named, to say, then, that
the ship arrived, along among

thirsty doves, to make time's
sending, run into, and told, at.

the colors protrude, and delimit
the whole with seeing, and

some often term made certain
to climb out, the trail and

mark, termed along, to creep,
his light repeated, to call.,

and face, to time, his ears
are clean, and furnished.

55

Doors. Love's bright claim revolves
toward the human, uncomplex

and new, where tension speaks
to morning, finished, a way, looped.

but made, these wings, and soar,
and read the transformations out

to their propriety and noise, where
meaning, too revolves point to point

in a drawing-forth of love's
exactness & tone, mask & drum.

"Effect rehearses back to cause,"*
and sleeps in acts, induced by

seeing the fit of claims & words,
where we lie awake & see these

revolutions of word & slide, slid, a
mood and moved along among

term to mark, vocable presence
a list of states established,

in their elongations, emptied out to
space, kept, crept, along, among.

sense dissolves from acts, & sees,
too, the celebration in time's gloss.

*Chris Boyd

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Node. Particle. Examples of effects,
rehearsals of doubt, to leap off,

and hold, mark. Term. Gong and
plane, astir and swum. Going ahead.

and stops, to slow the line. Along here.
Then, rescued or met, the name of.

her eye, as one, named. Then met.
but yield, to hold a small gain.

interior. But plain and exampled, the
way holds, too, even & simple, risked,

to obtrude, pleasantly, the name, sung,
and folded, around, met, willingly.

some term internal, and yelled out,
voice & echo, his cry, tonight, last.

Unwound asleep. And then on, to the
top, about nothing, this is, and spoke.

The terms are made simply, & set to
play out or outer. Then jumped, held.

But rhythm is no trance, & spun in, to
hold, among pleasure's double term,

gained, again, & seen, there, to be
here, sparks, or flown, opened, out.

57

Mark. The three, hold, to term
a line in & held, there is

the distinctness of motive, gained
by seeing where the places grind.

An inner naming of time's own
song, high & thin, the clouds

are. And see these times as
one becoming, firm, the line

is made & held, where loss is
no particular density, but

color. Thought beheld in time.
along : the terms yield their life.

among : skipped between marks
the way is held & moved, here.

And where we are these characters
of choice, one was made, along.

and seen, this love, and being so
to time's own song, one time, this.

and told, spoke, elongation and
musk, nosed in, and heard, too,

where the particles claim some
density, and in, here, to be.

58

Mark & line. Thus. And held along,
term & song, air's own naming, is.

And seen, beheld, or spoke. Fire.
Ice at the edges known, as time.

You are. And mood-moved, through.
The air holds to lean among leaves.

And yielded, a sentence, or hewn,
then, and known, then, as familiar.

But dust claims the air, and travels
outward, as figures do, to claim

attention, and wing through, as, told,
incoming and doubt, held, along.

And wait to spin these centers
willingly the same way, and known.

Then skipped. Aside, outer, other,
spun, term, the air, fancy, out.

fling. The heavy idea. You are
that. And then the colors, as.

Become or gone, and be, also.
The same. And a way, then.

Of course, also, into, the same
compression holds, one line less.

59

Rain & song, attribute of love's name,
where night breaks along, among here:

these fires. Morning's leaving for clouds,
and spun among terms, this day decides.

The rest. And moved between spots, this,
made, out, but held and termed, a

line is termed "hold" and does, a course,
of time, and swept away, to ease.

But clipped aside, stir. To rest inside.
Then scan away, seen thing resides.

To blow or color, the time's holding
through to leave & hold, astir.

But kept, a mark is termed away,
Then long or moved, to come along.

Then sleeps, tonight. Or clouds are
these bubbles in the soup, clean.

To fasten, attend, sun's climate of
an-other or term for : leased, at.

And then, or shape, held. Swimming.
And out, to shift, bold, clipped.

Of, often, other. These are the names.
And blue yielding, named, as, in.

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And passes out, this line holds, to
move through the air, told, and knows

the rest rests, from these names made
into some sharing-forth of time, here.

Rain-cloud, wind, streams, out, the
water, pooled, from some terms

made along, among them made, then,
to these uses of our motive. Gleam.

Then pass, then, and yield, the wind
is met, and terms away, to shed.

But you are : and met willingly.
where it leaps out, drives out, there.

And color, then, yielded away, blue.
but desert and claim, term & gong.

Then met, to usages gained throughout
the same way clear of all vestiges

or attributes is a word song, how
the sun breaks, in, & then fades, to.

And you are, then, them, as it is
some beginning, even, to have begun

out of blue noises wrapt or spent.
And then we hold & hold, line's in.

61

Line to shape, score, time, sharp, is, at.
moved, then. The light persists, through.

Heavy terms, contained, three lines, up,
there are some rows yielded to clasp.

You are, there and went, hold, it
shows up, looks up, begins to turn.

And answers to them, as if, to
see the rest coming away to a light

stop to hold. But grows aside
to term away the line as ease,

and feeling the horn & blown in
you sleep again as distinct as

some mellow charges grow out
and tell the mood along, term

among density to score events so
and so, you do not wait to see,

they are, that, and seen, too,
as some even clarity, even.

Forgot, and said : sense or a
sentence as motive to speech,

closed, and then tired, to sheep
away, and privately, hold.

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Light's line rising, through the air, to
settle into her eye, & hold, here,

and make a name, twice, no error.
And begin again in time, to hold on,

or go below, and suck among here, as.
Then told, as spoke, there, and no other,

but made among these sentences, a
way, set against its pressures, a

century by example, made out to a
shape and center, intelligence away,

not to lose, but make long gestures,
stride, stride, the road sings in,

as some density parts, and wet
pressures make these plants among

seed to time, and exhaust the
way willingly, to touch down at

the edges & hold, one along one, as
the mark, made to term, known as,

then & time : ahead to push, not a
mark, but held to pass, there,

a note, skipped, through here,
and then bent, through, at, in.

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But slips aside, seen the stairway
holds along, among these densities as

some un-winding of fortunate pressures, &
made along the way, to hold aside

these airs : mark, a term occludes but
rushes, attribute and song, and made

away, robed, thorough, then, but masked,
to remember here and sung, a part

possessed : slight to firm lines & said,
that some ease holds over and comes

between, and overlapped, and sung.
post and mark, along, and one as

some color green to part slipped and
then ground down or parted, waved.

But slung, around, past or farm.
the mood-moved as absolute, and

soft, away, as alert or made away,
and pushed too far, mark, spot.

Hear to tell, and made away,
easy posts or blue noises, there,

and slipped, gained, the moon
and moved, through, as, in.

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Children : as : before
the fires

moved, to tell, as spoke & sung, words
are sent along, among these densities,

and worlds made, too, of them, then,
and sent away to ease on down,

here & this : departure and mode, after
some wood or fire, or the messages,

they are, and sent, hear, we are the
same, and one among them, returns.

But holds and easy, too, to be a
simple pattern, where they wait, to

see, as some density sinks outward
and heard, then, around the time

of it, and sung, easily, to thread
the way along, and sent, into a

recall, or posture, wherein, the three cans
upraised, to see here and tell the

song out, as relates to, and spoke,
they are made so to their enemies,

but turned out, blue, attribute
a song, turned, re-turned, in.

64.2

Made certain by these fires, and
pressed so, and so, by the ears bent

through some registration co-mingled,
thorough and distinct, animal : world.

But seen. There and sung. Spot to
call and line's out-sway of peals,

to thirst along, a round face, &
eyed in to tell, magnificent, spun,

the last tenses swung aside, looped.
and spell. The moon's postulates,

and firm. To hear in between, as.
blue noises firm, also. And peals.

but looped along, among gray
loops pealed, thorough, inturning, to.

And skip, there, a space after
"in," to make turning a turn, as.

Lip to say, & spin, air's loom into
the rough edge,
alas, to creep.
Your hand, to moon
away & chop.
There : list : scoop : spoon.

Loom into, mood to moon skip, to tell
and hold away, meant, term, as.

64.3

Scale to dust
red : the mean,
scooped
around blue around : below middle.

After completion : named,
or
rosed to tell, and made all ways.
And termed thorough, or finished, to.

Loop to skim : hold : love's eye.
Your name, my own, and moved among.

Hold : here. And spend between eyes
away, held and thing, scaled.

And known
around the moon along : held.

Then turn
loop to hold, aside, silent, a pile.
Known to air,
and held true, in.

6:25:74

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Finish, same term, held, as & term,
the particular flying, and into, held,

then, or spoke, they are light's
love, as eye, or held to blue noises.

You are : along, among. Gray to tell,
but ascribed outer, and bent awry,

or tell around, pool as known, & belongs,
finish from air, mistake, and kept,

at the air's own meaning, love, you
are, my heart's peeling, meant.

to come around, hold, onto the
flat gray plain of memory, this.

to fool or peal, one among many
and scale to finish, claim, clipped.

Along among, and swept away, or
held and spoke, to cleanse & purr.

Then specific, going to line, ease,
this is tense, as a lop or edge

and then gone the mice become
a minute and claim, to spin

and spoke, heard, the line, out,
and coming clearing, there, as.

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Light, as term, the mountain's face, or
eagle calling to mate, lesser squawks,

too, occasion and rejoinder, the gray
one, there, & then down around the

whole cap, to check it out, today,
slip around tree-branch, turn aside, even,

& rhythmic touch for rock face, pole
down, spruce bush, birch wood & stream

whips away the wind, easily, too, & yields
more light throughout the air & fill fills

the moving, along-among, and here,
to see again, foot, trail, pole, orange.

Too many nouns, more acts, thus! And so!
More easily flourishes, but here we are.

Some seldom rivers, & no retreat, only
hesitating at-point, mark and turn, aloft.

Then sinking in, close, yielded through
to turn around, clasp, remove, words, they.

Will he come along? & no less, the color
of the walls, white, of course, yr favorite, eye.

Beheld as sinking, the thirsty straps, mean
and tell, thorough, aside, term, shed, also.

67

As-has. Stock to relief, turn & hold,
hold, the spun line lights to lose,

as some recurring tale, whipped toward
associates : means, to term a mark : so.

And name this waiting what-it-is, in
the heart, belongs to simpler saying, yes.

New, other. Water's close inflections, spun
from sun's complexities, but honed out, as.

To end with : pause & sharp, neither gain
relinquishes the door, way to blue, & hold.

Hold time's beginning close, relief at
release rushed home, and clamor, after,

her grape face, body line, the line as
this airing, among-along, one out, to.

To. Lips a leaf to slight crushing, pushed
on to the moved surface yielded out.

And tight away to fill in, detail of : in
some adventuring runs around the corner.

And examples suffice : this : this : often.
to compress : blue noises, & favorite, can.

You are : these utter other person light,
skim up, light to touch, held, held.

68

Thirsts, seen, moved throughout the same.
holds, along. We are and going,

along among, & separately, as once,
become, without pain or sleep, but

flying to, and held, person & song,
as some becoming-being, has to see.

These airs & plumes : spun-sung, as
out & told, some color yields to the

time of it, and says, then, to go
and stay, then, we are also true.

We grow by such beginnings. One to
say, here, this is some way, as.

But goes, then, through the time of it,
and sentences. Made, or things, to

leave the door open, as the leaves do,
blown away, from language sent

to the air's new beginning, and hung
about, set about, going up and moved.

You are. And sent all along, the way.
the same to say, this is, but hold,

too slow or gone along too far,
you went down & stayed, asleep.

69

Magic, and saying. Going on into it, or
no implied acts, known before marks.

Term. The way, blue sky blue, is, or not.
but behave, you are : to be so, told, spoke.

is it not, then, the manner of entry, of the
spoke, not wheel, but turns, along-among.

Or heard. Song to tell : hear, this, is, it.
the one. Two is knowing, so don't. Yes.

Of course he is there, when you speak.
and divided, not, up the middle, yes,

two halves is, then, four, & seen, song.
But stop. But. And go ahead, think.

The brain hears the brain's : style : seen.
You are. Among, along, blue noises, are.

In "no interruption" has cause, to fold away.
And scatters these messages too crumple.

Donkey. And remember which it is, too.
Sudden recall. To leave. Roses. Instead.

But means, drum-drum, accelerated, too.
Bump the rampant leaning of total, too.

And heart, the door's leaves & followers
nectared out, mountain of absolute scenes.

70

Twice, to turn. Hears, as has and says.
then line to mark, hold, sway to.

Terminal and turn, the specific lapse
overturns, and sweeps away, as.

Then : but here is and time's air
to lease and hold, to leap & hear.

Means. And variations in temperature,
from the middle of outer layers.

Ease of signifying, a language met,
through some staggering of intent

to these motives, loosened, termed also
to their repetitions, lag, on, eased.

But watched closely, jumped through
the ring and along, among the firs.

Some tall, seen, these shadows of
of the light, then, they are, as.

But schematic, the same quickness, tight
to leaf, and new, begun, spoke.

And continuing, too, the same, but dense,
and looped around from some telling.

And heard, as spoke, love's eye
and term, marked throughout, here.

71

Known common thirst from glue often
becomes another inside fastened there.

Blows out, then, child from walls of
lining the air's becoming firm, world.

And light's fine line extended, throughout
the same, onto the memory of, climbed,

anterior, these claims, to act, makes
firm the line, to the making drawn.

Color, the name of motive, life with, or
out the door, name of, motive of.

live to claim, mark the time of, being.
But claim term as home, then, become.

There to say, here, final coming through,
eats the way, objection, the way.

But read slowly, either tense, has,
the slow crumpling of noise within,

and meets, rescue, doubt, overthrown.
You are, and met, to say "doubt."

His name, and love's, the same knowing,
and remove to sight, some claiming.

Then, remove, become, along-among, as
has light to tell, fused, words are.

72

Passage, mark, term; thrust & hold.
Days' light, and, even thorough, as.

Line to line, the same, and powering
out to hold, eye & gone, looped, to.

Become, and, then eagle, eased onto
some distinction, friend from forces.

Time turns to skip, its character;
you are : and although, ears as, time.

And around, perhaps, pier at ocean's
edge-smell, and all of it proper.

These words these are these going
along among, and "next to each other."

But sees, picture, why not that
or image, not there, yr camera

has the edge, or square, glued, as
the moving yields some rhythms.

in upon in, and held through
gray noises, coming back, the same

as this, yielded to light and a
motive, gone-at, pushed-to, thus.

But holds, around the eyes, at
his name, eye, love's here.

73

Air's light lines life. Between, a mark,
termed along among here is a spot.

and moved-mood, as-has, automatic,
but bent around, held, yielded, acted

on. The door, and leaf-leave to hold a
line is marked, then met, or swept.

Thorough, of regard, the quick airs in,
and light left to & held, along the

air & moving to & to, held sway from a
part or chatter, lined up to sculpture a

post, then up or blue, but not bent
held, to sway outer the line is met

again or held from some distinction of
the way & made into acts one & one

so some naming of parts inside and
Wrapt up like moving like smiling out

thorough unprofound along to reduce
what is too great but become yr name

is mine the same flying to elaborate
the air is cleansed out from their habit

and looped away the substant of the
line light's air like some coming in.

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Mark and claim : you are, and, too,
here, to me sent, as one, mix eye.

What stays & says is this becoming.
Air's own meaning told throughout

the same, and won, asleep, to tell
his name even, to ease on down,

and rest, to tell her yes, you are,
and seen, some tells, to keep, one

name spoke out and outer, some
claims are told, along among, we

have these marks made willingly
in some timing, even, and light, too,

to tell, there are names met, and
and marking, too, from the air

let to tell, spoke from some beginning,
then, as we move, mood, next, as.

And hold, become, astir and said, here,
to some beginning, at last, the question

asked, and nouns, specific, rush,
to love, then, and come through.

75

The swing, not moved through this, as
some distance homes in, & sticks, here.

You are : and to me sent, but one, song,
love's knowing rooted to some words,

and drawn with care, yr face, and seen
touched, as we draw away, & hold:

there is no recollection, this, buy the felt
dream, and though to draw away

we are not afraid, but young, and
full of ignorance. To some doubt,

then, and full of some amazement,
made color & thing by seeing

what we know, and only knowing
the rest as some forgetting, the

first hot flash of registration, and
then on into it, thrust like some

new message, love's eye and song,
where we have come across, here:

and held, too, then, as we are these
things we are all ways so, thus,

and love's name emits us, strong,
particular, fused to light, new.

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And holds number & time, the same,
and moves, then, to what is there,

and makes this air resemble, in the
light, seen, to be sure and completed.

but no yielding inactive, yet turned to,
and there we are, play & tune, you

open to me & make your touch, ease,
to see the time go by, and make

some willingness subside to pleasure, as
we are, made, marked, sent between

ourselves, and termed so and so, as a
line, met then dropped, but held,

to ease on in & quickly set to stir
your own, and mine to mark,

a spot, and sight, practiced to the
night's own moving, and set, a

fine time to practice, here, but
overwhelmed by it, laid by, set

astir, and fortunate, the loom, blue
you are, frosted, painted opened,

and the rest rests, subsided, to
these trees along among, this-here.

76.2

Line to light, time turns & terms, hold.
aside, she holds, perhaps, and all

that is there is no refusal but time's slow
turning, of being, in phase or not, but

here along among, in this throng, ripe &
centered, which it is, and going on, yes,

and where it is complete, the work, there
is a sending out, where one is, then,

unto the world, and sent by love, and
heard, the heart's sinking and not

absent, either, buy new, and told,
where we are gathered by what

we are, and held to turning by this
living we speak out, spoke, uttered,

out among out, and here, and told
there are no others, but sung, too,

love's name made permanent, you
are : and to me sent, aswim, along,

and one among, un-numbered, in-
cluded by what you are, and here, too.

Line among light, and often, wired, spooled
drilled-out on loco weed, and going.

77

And on the line, present throughout, is
here and met, open, the eye, to see.

And held, firm, in between, who we
are, along among the rim, & set out,

from willingness regained, thoughtfully, as
some relationship becomes plain, & marked,

a term, light's open line, through the
air, just now underway, or ordinary

first appearance of thought rush to
include, clean, set in, to pleasure,

and set again, in smoke, even, to rise
out & hold, there, calmed, then, as

we glide harmlessly, really, into these
corridors of act, and frame up some

noises, aftersounds, glimmered in and
set, the same, even, to remind

you that you are : and set out here
willingly, to touch again, your con-

fidence, included in the mood, along
among, uprised, wooden, cornering

around to see the end, at last, of
solitude, love's way made & set.

77.2

Line to air, holds t he way, and
thorough, too, aligned & centered, here,

all ways, so, to be the thing of life's
own moving, to & to, in your open eye.

and hold, we are cleared throughout
to mark these ways willingly, and made

thorough and new, what choices we are,
at the heart made actual, outer,

and in love's ease, a way to hold here,
as some bending claims us to this

specification and song, how you open
to your self, then, & sing to me, here,

and moved, along, among, to nothing
oblique, but these pleasures, food,

joy, air to be the eye's own name,
and claimed, mine, held to & song,

the error of the way is parting, and
this combine and act rings out new,

we are : and thrust along alone to
gain the craft & mark, hard along

the edges, but light, there, and
driving, driving, driving, come, here.

78

Marks to term, hold, a time is made,
to turn, & then moved throughout,

line & song, to make these airs
willfully, of color or shaded along

among. Returns, marries, the way, to
see the time between our solitudes

and not as slept, between, her
eyes, a spot, and there, to be

these days to feed foolish times
among our nouns & saying : you are.

and to me sent along among, and
here, to shed these lines & songs,

then, relief at some edges, to lease
to tell, and then willing, marked

along, and heart, to stop to tell,
a word is, and left alone, but

made two to two, and stopped,
then waded out, or left among,

signed, the eagle, the seed, spot,
leaped, the way, and going

to term, to skip, to leaf through,
what is left is there to see.

79 Placid Lake

And held, time and its pressures, along
among, and known, thorough, new

to some driving-out of the eye's pressure.
new to say, here, and wait, there are

no others, and spoke, to tell, here, as,
and met, these lines align the ear,

met, love's name & song, and made to
hold, some way told along the edge &

center, where you are: and then pulsed
through, ease to the eye's mark & claim,

where some holding-out declares the way,
to be specific and held, throughout

the same, then, august declares wire &
mood to word touch long the heart.

thus. And met. To go through & stay,
but then met, asway, or spun, there.

and here. To become these airs
between & such declarations as

meet the time, close to say, this, and
then stopped, but going up, a line,

or what finally proves true, to say,
love, you are, and turned out, here.

80

Mark and line, time turns out, we
are these elongations of the air,

sought throughout the pair & term.
Hold, no moon signals to cloud

from light's being and name, fired
toward the turn, like life's beginning.

No line ends. Sent away, to hold here,
where we gather and spell, how to

hold along the term, spell & time, a
leap again, the line again, small or

spilled, but tight, away, loosened out
from the bags & parts, loomed into

the air and sounded throughout, after,
left away & child, her plenty, in.

Look. The car's weaving sees the past,
bang & bang, upright, or told, this,

and example me to send, held
tight & bumped through, words as:

you are, and from some time along
among these bears & booms, tosst.

flipped up, a bird, signal to talk,
your whale, stuffed, original.

80.2

But slip away, the nose, in as.
The light behaves its ways from

some forms released, his easy talk
limits risk, but descends to easily,

then we clamber clamber, to shut
often away to spoke a wheeled tell:

you are, and the package, heaviness,
worn, or hung around its particular

from some loops regained, rescue, or
dump, which lesson, or obtrude, gray.

Bottle, then stir a lump leaped, as,
and easy tricks repeat, repeat,

the turning has example, the jump
is none, but won or slipped, the pace

tells, where you moved. Along. Among.
and this hearing peals to speak.

Form to follow a form is heard,
and halfway, through, to skip.

but time, turns, out, the name. As.
And no colors from some name,

a squirrel. Knots his tree, & up.
You are: the rest subsides easily.

80.3

II

Arrives, day's. There or left, between,
and sum to tell, here, weigh in.

From the little house, and the floor
opened, there, to retrieve, fog as

water's clinging ear laps-in, to
hold squeaks, thus, as if continue,

and do from the time sent, ear from
moving turns, summer's life, cool,

forms the way, after some pauses
shore along piles looped between

the shore from among pills slept
these loaves feel also parts stop

there lying framed away pole so
comes down & frames long tiles

to sleep awake and force loose
tiles also away into creamed air

the mood's form sees love's game
and pleasure, joined at law, then.

But sounding fine isn't all and goes
to sum the whole into magic, says.

You are, as if to hold but alarmed
to me the me of seeing inside.

80.4

Or flames up frames in the sign
your taste to hear, or loops

to sign the chair chair, holds.
Follow along, among this, is.

The best line might fall away,
but leaves me cold, not hungry,

if to use the best removes some
time among the heart's terms,

none : and holds stars yours, away
to time recall'd also alert, his

name of misters cling shiny to grow
the root footed climb shine a law,

his belt & boot, or green shirt, open,
and eyes went to follow, name?

or, yes to send, the color climbs a
mood or master, verb, used, this.

and signed eagle, and children,
the space remains, or yours, too,

the same following, but has separate
to tell love is yours, too, & yours,

to send sell sink but slip surprise,
leaning, a side, or a noun, leaves.

80.5

Monday, the planet. The : feels, to,
a slip folds, complete, or heard.

but once made, a way, to hear,
or time's earnest measures, a

vocabulary, only, revolved with
knowing, but skims aside too

easily; on you? Thirsty but calm,
then time's cool chairs told.

Object of love : space to hear, a
planet's Monday along among

plugged in anywhere, or cool, tonite
the rest rests, or did, and

sees the trail a little wet this
morning, and without practice,

speaks. But claim a line inside
the way is yours to live away,

or mine is also time where no
others. Then mess it up, to fool

the color blue is love's same name.
you cleared my hair, from some

living, of blood, kept solid framed
to sing air between time's lights.

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81

Holds along the way, to speak, along
among, and number seen, to yield,

and thorough, to shape, and met, to
some even line, and color, calculate,

the moon, even, and termed away, as a
destiny, spoke to these shallow ears,

his wooden horse, lesson-to, from a
word, flattened out, a noun, and

held-to, spoke at, on the line’s air
and sending-around : you are, &

the air’s own name, as-if, and
won, too the line’s life out, out,

and then held among-along,
the red air bending away,

and then particular, ours, here,
and set out into the air, the

one naming spent out or away,

and told to shim the rib spent
along red tool skip a beat

thorough line like light as turned
and held through yield light

and met mark away to slip

81.2

yield along through orange as met
a term turned out and held, energy

is a name, too, and runs away,
you are : and line’s light life

like, thrust a pleasure sun, as joy
and long lines in and in, a

rescued term, his, year, rest, a
way a way, thronged altogether

and harped a moon among, to the
down tempers thronged are tell,

skip meat mean, more neatly, on
the way out or up, told, there

is some song sending, or overt
to move then and there as

is as is, symmetry, the name
of color, to turn out the line

is bent away to tell ‘hold,’
and rest rescue among a

day and time looped to skip
rushed at tell, then skip to,

loom, along the sense, held, a
color, maroon, perhaps yes.

82 I

the rest subsides, like some son, loss
and blue, rising, too, to hear a

name in these alignments, terminal
and gong, the wind’s adventure is

on the lake, really, and I’m around
the corner, lateral, going along

among red corners, lifted toward
some specific sending, the moon’s

own revolutions made into these
relations, but throughout the same,

though one year makes many &
less calligraphy, even, measure the line,

and caries clouds, suddenly, to
the sun’s limit. At the verge, this

is, of the lake, and of the rest.
But if yr welcome, then stay

and rest, it is someplace, then, &
love’s name, your own, rests near

-by, and held, among blue shadows,
where we were, last night, then,

at home. And anyplace the same,
of course, you are : & to me sent.

82.2 II

three, says
and joins along
among
here, also turns
the orange term

lines a tale, said or spoke, the same.
Hold, a mark, and through, blue,

the hills turn away patch to patch,
yellow gives onto green & water, a

seeing to wood, they are made into
the same saying, here you are : and

said, too, and made a way, through,
these terms, carnival & song, the

pads float upon the water drops
down to ring itself, but made, a

way to or through the heart’s say
-ing here to speak, made among

along, but loafed, a noodle to you,
and song, among dense lines, mark

among song, to say here, or here
and then spoke, his boyish haircut,

but playing it like a man, is his
woman his? But mine is, & here.

83

wave upon wave, the heart’s anchor
and around, gives, the line, to hold.

He goes around. And thanks, thanks.
Loose to hold, and freed, at last,

from the residues of life, & cleaned
out, to fly out, this is the sending

out, my own, & what goes with me
is remembered, to lie along the way

among these densities, where we
have held ourselves at-bay,

well, then, it’s off, entirely, and

along among these knowings, I
am : and to you sent, set out,

as I am, a voice among the
feathers which have cast loose

around our heads, blown out, a
line from somewhere, at this same

registry & song, along-among, &
at love’s time cast, strewn, or

forged, fired out, thrust, throng,
going through, at, peaked, ridged.

Spoke.

84

Lines. Here, among my own beginnings,
and blue heat runs an edge away,

where some doing intervenes at will of
love, revolved, we are, vibrating, of.

And in some thinking, too, the head
resounding, radiating the body’s time,

and foremost, the children of love,
to e their own memories, and not

imposed, here, a life at some other
will, but shown, along, among,

self. And met, love’s eye theirs
from time taken out, drilled

out, emptied, that is, and made
certain in their own being, that

they are, and loved, and made
young, they are our loves and

making, always to be these seeds
they are, and made internal

by their seeing, held along the
long way along : and here, they

are, and hear, to come on
in, to play them to our hearts.

84.2

makes the way & holds. These are
the claims we make, mark & term.

And spun, along among, and here,
this is our way, and made, here,

to say yield, along, and made to
our terms, love’s name recalls,

we are : and throughout the same
way making us to become this top

line, sentence, placed among the
lines, and stopped, throughout,

and marks the time, open, &
set, if we are strong, then go,

and where the way empties, we
are; : and opened to these send

-ings, marked along the way, here,
to set & stroll, to be these airs

pretending, for a ride, even, or
less, but not afraid, ever, and

made the way one sees, to line
along the way, as one is set,

to & to, but revolved, a row, &
then stops, to lose the time, here.

85

Goes, the way, is here along a
place or met to us as we are.

Then spun, among along, they are.
And to us sent, wiped clean, to

have the way made plain, but
turns to hold among the air,

mark. And set these terms to
be their songs, mood & move,

to tell there are some acts and
times made simple, cleared, the

term holds its line, too, even &
precise, and what is familiar

is also known, eagle & son, seed
& child, they are the moods.

But skip to hold, then lines
away, to move. You are, and

to me sent, as some singing out,
welcome, and won, the way,

but going, the time, terms aloft,
and hold to yield, but lease

or keep, not to say, but yes &
the openings are made, here.

85.2

moves, to hold, time to mark, here,
fluted out, or particles, ahold.

line’s dusk spin, is cool shops.
but spin to hear, here is the way:

gone form shine, loops your eye, love.
And shores : : shapes at.

Leaves these pairs of shapes alone,
then holds to use to, use is at.

Below, to air, then love’s newness,
arrives, throughout, not the same,

to see his question, turned along the
time, marked aside the loop, has

the way met, aloof or lofty, crept
the mood, along-among, the turn

has the way, held at a distance,
you are : and from the earth

seen-sky, or looped along words,
they are : and formed at juncture.

Speed, or arrive. To move breath,
or the way of, marks, again, is,

or the long time, not so even,
but arrived, surely, here, are.

85.3

turns to hold, & meets the mark,
away through flutes or doubt,

but makes the term : set, and
go, throughout the same as

time as this turning through, your
name & song, as sent to hold, a

term is set as mark & mark, the
line is formed among, along, as.

Then tell, to be or sing, a way,
then moved, along the long way.

Formed among these densities, to
some registrations forced to tell,

there are some distances, vocable
and renewed, to hold the time,

this and this, marked the term,
line : you are, and lunged among

the children, thrust to her eye,
to say these days and clouds

are even and so : lined to mark,
termed to set, said & spoke, a

tune a term, his voice, his own,
then claimed, a way, my own.

85.4

turns, marks. The way, & makes a
line, any place, begins to go, on.

And holds & goes, full. Dense,
or move. The leap to hold, here.

along , among. Rest & send, to:
you are, and in these terms,

among, held, firm we are, term
of our beginning, or being-as.

Edge made, between the run
and pass, held, astir or weld.

Spelled. In time, to send or mark,
the way : is spoke, then, & even,

even so, and the same, here, as.
They are they. Along, too, & sent,

set, mark to term, the mood, as
some airs resemble, & spoke, too.

Leafed. The cool pull, aside or on
has the line, mate, motor, gone.

To slip, or stay on the line, leap,
some stirring, the airs, & hold.

Spoke. You are : along , among, the
way is set, eased, to some time.

85.5

Lines to term, asway, astir between
the orange air resembling this

term as light to detail through
the line’s life along, among, a

time to say love’s line among:
term and mark, thus to spoke

the long song tells, to leaf
or going, along the palms, to

ease off the pool, line to dense
mood, but light lifts to see,

and holds to here, as long
and mood, orange again, &

seen in the wood, is light
to tell, a line is made, then

set to hold also between
but laid-to & driven out, a

new time unfolds, to leave the
time beside the way. To.

And then speaks to tell, a
mood or speech, even, &

said, seen. The mark & spot,
lights the post or held. Of.

86

moves. Holds the terms, closed, or
outer, they are. And made, wave.

Said around, or blue, inside these
marks, along-among, and thrust

to center and mate, of some destiny
or words moved out to speak, a.

alongside the picture, swimming, of:
they are they : you are. And met.

And revolving, these marks, instruct.
and simple terms, “you” or “eye” &

their component associations : laugh.
So some equalizing : red or blue, or

Donkeys crumpled on the pavement, a
Syringe-intent and leaps away,

The center moved from definition
Toward the darkness, lights &

erupts skyward to no picture
but the scheme intended, a

mirror & “too essayistic” holds
this down, & admits, too, to

lessons or triumphs. Ah, yield
the day open her eyes might move.

86.2

marks, to move, into among and
silent, colored by these sendings:

between the same, as the day en
-folds toward measure, cloud or

cloud : also the same flat water
and charged throughout, along.

But see, and hold among the
distances of time, we are, to

our allocations of mark & term,
to ease on in to these parts

and pleasures, made so to the
proper meaning of what we

are to some seeing-out, the
long line to, & to, and then

here, detached, colored, formed
to the exact specific of the

mood, and sent, then stopt,
then held throughout the

same and sent around again,
to hold & mark, term &

gong, made to these days
by our children, more & done.

86.3

makes the line, holds to turn, out
where we are these acts & terms.

The way. To see through time and
be the things we are, one turning

made simple to color and the moun
-tain, clear, to the edge, throughout

the same : among, along. Then set
to mark and spin, registry & song

and heard, the hard edge yields,
where these acts are made, the

line the same as, the same as, and
moved, across, to speak, then, spoke,

then, even & even so, over the night
or the sun, even, spun across to

say this, and then met, you are:
and then over to tell, we make

these airs resemble, and then hold
to their sending, where we are to

see & turn, mark & song, among
all ways the same motive, along

to the angle & song, the same
word, spoke to see the air, & go.

87

and marks, to move, around, to turn
and hold, then move, again, a

line to turn & hold, along, among
and holds, to turn around this.

Moves throughout, fluted, overt
distinct, particle & claim, at.

You are, and moved throughout
the same way sending these airs

resemble through doubt to leap
out-leap and smooth to hear.

Then turns, around, turned, as.
Light’s single sense, as seen.

As. Elapsed, or. Blue mountains to
fringe out the rest, and rests.

But slip away, & in, spoke and then
These lines, but held, but looped,

And skips to hold, turn, rest, stop.
The rough red line extends, a

post, a loop, a catalog, effect &
claim, turned around the line,

rest. The openings are made, clear,
are lighted, the sky, held, often.

87.2

flash, to send, hold, a place, is.
Set to hold, a mark to ease

the way to move the line around
around. And become this term, as:

you are. The moon’s mood moved,
and slight, the only pears are done.

And then clipped, afar, to loop the
dune astir claimed intent the room,

as termed to lease, forms to shim,
splint or claim, one in the loom a

pool doubled & letters, full to slip
affirmed and pooled, to verb-in, a

loose flap, spent throughout the
same density of leanings, wooden.

The door is made, then clipped, an
Opening, full and sensible, wool.

But watch this lowering, feel around,
and where there are no others, to leave,

they have held off, skimmed back a
single motive, removed, or developed.

No glue, air peals in, the trees
resolve, a house, a day, and raining.

87.3

spins, leaps, holds. The way, is.
And set, mark to term, along-among.

But blue noises claim fiercely, the
way is cleared, by moving, and gone.

You are : the moon’s night clear, a
tune, a time’s own resembling,

and spun away, yielded & sun, two
lines grown among, to shore through

-out the same face, but known, as.
Spent, wave, form, color, line, goes.

Line goes spent wave, and clears,
to hold around around, but known.

Alert, to time’s point & term, a
new line drawn out to out, here,

and this, is : afar sending along,
the way, or shore, spun, total.

And dried also the line, to become,
Thorough, interior, but clear, as

These new lines ease on in, and
Hold along the edge, an act.

You are : you. And noon eclipses
doubt, the middle, won, coursed.

88

lines to turn, here, dips to hold
among the terms, marked along,

throughout the same way taking.
Then to spin, hold, below, as.

Into morning, then, and even, as
color as these terms admit, a

loose pentangle, cantaloupe, along.
Thorough to behold, morning,

and is the same way sending, to
some new airs trembling, astir.

and looped, also, to ledges, behind.
Then skims, the picture is not bent,

and in front, the lines, behind,
the arteries, around and then cup

to lean, boom & song, the roar,
and waved along the moon, he

spins. Loop to hold / there, blue,
and whom sent, a pool, a green

deck the line, to remove, page, a
full house resolves, and see, a

sun, seed, to loom among the
pools, and fish, fishing, finish.

88.2

turns to leave, these marks are set,
and full, too, and even, at the

air, set into time as their names
are made, clean & simple, told,

spoke, begun, at line & space, a
moon away, and hung with a

new love, filled like clouds are, at
verge & tenor, at spool & clime,

at word & word, east or new, a
likening of remembrances, a fur

--thering of eases, but spun off &
held, away or done, invisible &

reduced, the way has been made.
He is on the moon or sentence.

It is all the same, there are no
others, and dream-dreamed to

open out to life’s own time &
held, spoke, spun out at time &

line, earnest & new, you are.
And out the day & children,

won among one, lined out to
see, shelled out, named in.

88.3

terms, to spin into line, held, a
loop, a noodle, a partition, as.

palms, to dance alert the win
-dow holds to slip among, along.

Then leap, color to time, a dew
a mark, run throughout, then, turn.

The day, a post, then moved, blue,
or manner, or climates, love’s.

You are : another moon decides, at
the back & split, oven, of, the.

Motor to spin, or term aloft, as.
Then, to cover, to, cover, among,

the rooms to clear, to the tunnel.
But squared off, looped around,

and particular economy, door, to
the overt, marked with such a

term. To decide passing among the
doorways painted white, moved

toward morning, a sound sleep,
but energy, rising, from its

repetition, or closed, irony of
love’s being clear, here, listened.

88.4

loops a term at “information,” &
love leaps in : thorough & profound,

but aligned, these days & visions, of
child, fire, dog, or cloud-wood,

and all the same feeling, of some
designation of things, an outlaid

and familiar arranging of detail
day into light, and seed=-seen, the

plants drying at the wall, board to
eye or green claims, to term,

along, among, he read the drawing,
or saw, then, what it really is.

And the moon’s half-ness sings true:
you are, and to me sent, dream

spun or outer, but thing and song
at one scale of dimension, and

known, but seed-seen, & who
you are, , we see together, as

one turning is the same through-
out, or color, even, and can

speak for himself, then, and
no temerity gains the act, out.

88.5

fires out to change in, leaps to
loop around, and hold the way

in to see these names as said,
and held, line to line, among

works, time to seal & skim off.

Lived. You are. They cool in, and

hold, being there to say they are,
and mark these terms, hold.

Pool to chase, color has they day,
puffed around, then loosed,

The road. Then, open; over the
leaf, fall to term, wood’s wind

un-winding around the sun, and
cool to hear the seeing of it,

named as my own shored out
to tell here and this, alone

among along : and then swept,
a loaf, mood to square and

around, looped to pool, them.
We are. And shared this making

of trails & time. She sleeps, &
moves us on the way. Home.

88.6

or moves and makes. Hold, here, as.
The way is set, open, to these acts.

or single alone among, along, blue.
And held to mark, terminal &

Gong, the moon sets, too, & holds
The way, clear, through its

Changes, and clasped, removed, done.
And the way, too, is clear, for

Some beginning. Time & time, they
are not so much ignorant as timid,

and the flesh retreats forward,
song, time, act, how we crawl

forward. Archilochos, and done. A
new day pushed out, to the red

air resembled to the eyes of
dust, picture-drawn, or out, at.

And holds clear, a day would
be new, too, and named, outer.

To be a claim, made, at self
and other, drawn to noises cast.

You are, and here, to last a
mark, a way, and done, formed.

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cleared, a term. Swept through,
this journey, and starts here,

to ford the stream or swim away, a
name beheld, his own airs sent.

But crept a view, then claimed,
along, along among, and blue.

You are : which says to be, awake.
And no hesitation to your own

acts, make them perfect, gesture
and song, where they sail around

the edge, marked toward new
duties, joined, fixed, and no line

slips by, marked, a term, his own.
What is undiminished, then, and

even, the will declares, support
of or often, or simply, enough of

her timing to leave; alongside to
term a day here and this, also

new to send in, throughout, to
tell, all ways here the same

way sending out, her birthday
and gone, the road, eye, eye.

89.1

holds, to term a line, in. and
shore, to send, spin, sung, in.

there light : to shadow held, the
moon, mark, song, along the
way, to and to, the firm.

Is to mean these realms are, too.

Lined among to yield, firmed, in.
Bent between the light times.

But shift, said, between, air.
And along to tell, held short.

Plunged between airs, the fog, to
make the way clean, marked.

Single is the move, and alert
to the densities, as the air

goes between, rushed, fervor,
made between them, a spot,

to hold the course, is it moon,
and along around, lakewater,

or poles afloat, along along,
and moved, but sharped, also,

line, told airs to fold, held, a
moon, time tells to form out.

90.3

or is time’s tenor made so simple?
You are, I see. And turned, mark

And toll, claimed, is a day this? A
Loop or single combat, slipp’t, pear.

Planned to some deposit, loomed, at
the kernel he glooms, but bites, too.

You are, and untranslated, a rope
depends; or ascent lessens grace,

though the mood to move clears drums,
makes them thorough, same, room.

But swim or drink, it passes
into seeming, declares none of,

and love’s light, alone along, and
sent, among. So seen all singles.

Verbed, then catch, over her name.
Would be that, and cool, to speak,

spoke. And comes around the wall,
turned out, glimpsed. And sudden,

a row, room & song, at the hill,
I had you down beneath me,

still you fled, I came after, won,
& left you there, growing, samed..

91

loops, spins alert, and roams up,
formed along alone among, lived.

The particular distances, recall,
along sentences, climbing the mark

and term, to spend away to go,
told & spoke, then, through some

time turning blue. The way is met,
or open, cleaned or not, but a

clear claim marked also along,
then skips to heave up among, one

is set to and to. But skipped &
held, a line between, is enough.

And known, specific love’s eye
and tone, the songs are open

and below strung shine, to pop
clear and hold to move among

and loop clear to line at tone
or time love’s bearing-out, as.

And learns to light along looms,
carried, ease to tell, and to

it, you are : and more to say.
Rest the line, hold, a mark.

91.2

skips, even, to turn, and across
the way, moves in to tell,

here, and this, we are, and
made these days sung to see,

also the same way saying to
come to see, splint and shine,

clasp and glue, moved through
the way to come onto the mark

and time, clean & spun, but
crowing, simple, become and

made, the image or its shallow
faces, and climate across, won

or outer and made into what
we clash out hash in to

some stuttering of distinction,
and made again, distinct,

these blue moves, mode &
claim, mark & term, alone,

along, among, then wrapt
or spilled, energy’s name,

to hold in & stick, crept, out,
the day, labored, won, of.

92

made, this day, sun of light’s shine
and moved around the sky, up

the air’s open and formed alive
to see some point & line out of

or over the mark, lined outer from
light’s beginning, here and made

firm : you are these moves &
times, to see the line, mark

and term, through the air
settling out from the place

and name of love’s beginning,
thing to thing, and here, to

seem along among, alone, a
way is set upon the course,

to hold, a piece, & spoke, of
light’s flesh, made to hold

and spoke, blue to seem, and
here among here, from the way,

begun, & moved, a part & song,
from the eases, open, and

then termed, here & form, a
way, a long way out, & hold.

92.2

and marks, the way, line, turn &
turn, along the long way along,

and out, there, and looped among
these rows & times, spaced out,

then, to loop to sell, hard among
the edges of time, spired, vaulted

to some particular : bent around
the ears, his head’s bent away:

played away, to origins, yr own
in the layers of yr sign; it

carries the way clear to its turn
-ing, loop to loop, but out & out.

If yr way is yr own, it bears
No comment, then, but is seen,

& not no teaching, but exampled
energy, harrumph, loop-loop, the

image is fallen, & left geometry:
ballast & sign, tactics of move-

ment, or here to here, & love’s name
singing : you are. Rest. Arrive,

and find yr name yr own. Out-
leaped and final. Flash & climb.

93

seen, then, throughout the same way
out to shapes final newness, and

not remembered, blue noses to the
right, and interrupted in its coming,

to push nowhere push’t, altogether
arrived at the sand or sea-edge,

eagle’d over the moon’s own rising,
and covered over with light, leafed

along the way, along, among : you
are, and hard along the edge, a

feather or loop, the same world holds,
spoke, or left alone, telephone.

Grasped, nodule, general of : right.
Moment’s gain, or energy out,

is the matter, of no lag sea to
scene, the same denomination, at.

Body’d eye, or fleshed act, no
simple harmony, but words &

some designation of means, push to
push her on to birth, holding,

spoke, to the new place come, a
cone, line, answering tide, tide, &

93.2

Moves, marks. Mood to term, exact.
The day, opens over run still,

and cleans, to hold, or spoke, sum
and claim, along this specific

air & leap, the nose noises out,
and stop : you are, to see &

tell, these eases not new left to
saying east or met, a blue

water or passengers are moved
left and left, to tell out or to:

lined among rows of saying, &
watched, or looped, but rest

rest the long time, and know
her eye sings, dances, time &

life’s lingering light, moves to
tell, or holds : the list. Any-

way at all yours same own name
pulsed or striven, loam & song:

the rest sounds. And rests away,
to the eastern moon, & nothing

persists. Ripe, noon, grown &
told, another loop, to persist.

94

actual, to occur, along a term,
height to term over and through,

spaced, to color light even & cool
from distance marked even &

seen, to here : you are, and moved
the same way into seeming, at.

Over to time, or inner lines, there
the mark and term, looped,

often or particular, landed, the
night, of the way to here, her

eyes & lines moved to hold, a
word, spoke or critical, his

eyes & lines removed around
the way to hear, inside the

rhythms and delined, opened
love’s name recalls, and moves

her time throughout, energy,
or lost, but then gone, the

night moves away, day, sun,
color’s time again & holds,

spoke, sent or parsed : the
boom & line, continuing.

94.2

clear enough, and termed, the
way is moved, among turnings.

Remove to clasp, turn & hold, a
loop, part & claim, you are mark

& song, the mood of time’s own song,
but heard, and over, spoke or won,

but the same way always so, to
speak to see, and sailing among

these densities of act & term, the
time yields away to tell the moon’s

own being, the days are marked out,
sailed out, seen, thorough, aligned,

another mark subsides, and tired,
the ceremonies are observed, & followed,

to the limit and continue, verb to
speech, or chose, the line : alone.

And met, held, termed, outer, the
climate & tone, or opened out from

the craft, here, other, one, the night,
from sleep, around, or backwards

to thrust, or push : home, song
person : and holds away, lights.

95

clue to ear, remove, sung through
hear the waved mood spot among.

You are, along-along, but made to
others the thing you are. The rope.

Light, away from the causes, to loose or
hope the time turns out, left, ease.

And joined, the time of, here to see
And lease, or make time’s borrowing

to these patterns, bay & home, or the
tree from, water from, and air’s

beginning to single words; rope’s
mark, knot & line, they are they,

and stretched, mood to move, a blue
time looms out, noise to send, color,

and heave throughout the same way
sending : align, term & mark, doubled

from word to tune, and sent among
to hear, but splint, tong, gleam,

and how they part away, roof
to loop, & sent, to live here, a

world begins & acts, there & sent, a
tune, a mood, loafed, starred, on.

95.2

lights away as to tell also the
same, to move, and hear the

time slip through, mark the line a
long time went away, some ease

to tell heavy, air as sends, to be
these names also to the mark

as to tell, went all along, and
swept the term, from to time

leaped from time’s single act of
the mood, alone, along, among:

you are, the rest rests. All the
morning handles to some term,

shine to go, the gong is rest as
to tell, went, among, the open

terminal sheds the way, to tell.
Then, the mark to slip away

From these lights, mark & term,
then rest, to some distances,

then, and made, then, of overt
catches, moon & box, rail &

song, the lady drops, a love
lights, yr woman makes it out.

96

The way is clear. The wild bird
sets, to stir & skim, wet to tell,

and made among the air’s mood,
you are, & time turns, to & to, as:

then among, or voice to voice, spoke
like some resembling, the way.

And then stopt, assert, mark &
claim, the flesh, has the time

or tone told woolenly, catch.
Then turn to move, mark to

tell, the serving of plates, as,
danced-out, held thorough and

particular, from some sending to
mark the way told, and stood

of, fool, and doubled around, too,
with a shadow falling around, to

rest, rests-out, then splint & climb
that’s the sound, sent around,

from fits smoothed along the road
to melt, murk, mark, his name

went, lights home here some
cool room and termed, full, told.

96.2

Marks. Turns the way is made.
But we are, and sung along

the way is made to us, to see,
as some term has richness, to

tell along and sent, or here,
then told, to leave these days

but holds to tell, skip, say.
And line among term told, as

the day ensures some saying,
and lines along the way, to

become the term & mark, I am,
and set against the line, one

and one, lived along the term,
told, spoke among, the moon

and told, here. But stay, &
love my love, you are, all

along, among these terms, and
sent, to tell, spoke, heard,

the moon and set, sent, to
share, term & line, move, to

tell, hear & sing, air, mark
set, spell & move, today, today.

96.3

Leaves, holds, turn to turn, &
here, all ways these same

times; angle or sign, and then
leapt. A zoo. To many to

hold. You are : along the way,
held, here, to some beginning

of the way. Marks to term,
her eye opened from the

clue or angle, penetrated, or
loop, a leap, a line, and

spent, also left from form
moved around, around, alone.

But among the present, a
line, dismissed, to hear, the

turning, even and renewed, a
gain, but then moved, or

skipt, fool to shim, pool-
out, the motives are pulled.

Hear, them, simpler & sent.
But you are, too, like that.

And love’s new eyes remind,
carried out, a claim or turn

97

Term, he shaves, or beaches.
And what is local, even to

their densities, would be no line
no other, to wave, or fed.

You, too, are somewhat overt,
where the imagined and its

complement vary. Outer to tell,
space moved, a line, an object,

catch & turn, or some line moved.
Spell to send, a motor home.

Somewhere, new, the same as.
Marked, term to loss, firm.

Then local or beneath or tree.
Word-spoke, a monster’s

ears grown and let, formal &
termed, but new another

day makes or spells, a line,
touch to ease, you name an

edge, or marked, a movie is,
heeling in, sparkling, novice.

The rest continues steady
And your face remains the same

97.2

main & sail, and into the rest
simply colored, or complete.

Marked along here, to another
Simple single sentence, said.

Loop to sign, then mark to
Move, alone along among.

And not very interesting : a
sentence. You are : and a

long arrow away between the
stocks around, boxed open

and sent to here, all ways
made into split term & set.

Post. And hard edged, to
here and a color down.

Red or set, box among its
shade cleared toward a

morning angle, of white or
lighted, and begun, with

care, at start & heat, a
simple clarity, decided out

and clamped, or opened, a
leg out, and then hold.

98

Day or move. The time. Answered
from some ascendance. Blue, and

natural, thorough but familiar,
this matter and term, faint

as the evening, happy to respond,
and afterwards, some heat, to

clear it up, or in : you are, and
from this needling or other, the

clasps are foreign, smoothed, de
-liberate. Cars are answered

out; the Bruno named by them
was no peeling formula of acts.

The way was long along, and
Small terms carry total, aside.

Blow the rest, but hold, the new
idea is careful, here we are,

and left alone, a room, or
two, perhaps to share, the time

is no other meaning but trembled
from some recall of lapses, and

set or sent, among, then, and
reminded of the rest, clear.

98.2

the line, or turn, manifest to
these particles, claimed toward

the time of the line, throughout
around to hold through the

pool & claim. Mark. The turn
holds, along the way, and said.

Then pool to shed, or clasp,
at, juncture, limed, & formed.

Fish to send. But loose, then
split, sharp, clue or flap.

Leaped or whispered, clean to
sharp, then split around,

again the same and moved up
along the way, among among:

you are, and turned, throughout
the line and stopt, word, are.

But tense too, and spent, a
move along love’s mood & time,

and seem the spot, eye, eye,
and then held alone, you

made the heart & sing, here,
blue & moved, word, arrived.

99

shine to mark, a way along, to
hold and spoke, affirmed.

Then, turned, you are, align &
spin, sent throughout the time.

Shoot, curl, loop, mood to
tune, or spent, moved along.

Held away, and, drawn in,
sell or tomb, rescue candle,

ally, eye to eye, and hears.
or hold. The marriage, lesson.

And love’s name begins, tear.
The way or sung, turned.

The ropes are lines, spun
and roof, doubled, hurry.

Loop and song and arrow.
The temple, remembered, then.

Or held. Mark & line, along,
among, the way is new,

clued by time, marked to turn,
skipped or timed, between

the day and history, but thinks,
then goes, red to tell, yes, eye.

99.2

Leafed, away, am. There &
sent, set, one at one, the

rest subsides, and turned out,
then, the rest, rests, goes on.

But held away, and set-to,
the time of the heart’s render

-ing; mood move timed out set,
the moon. And well upon the

sea : mark & term, among, among.
And held throughout the same,

black and blue, his hair array &
turned, along, alone, among :

love’s duties remind, rewind to

skip and turn, and looped, also

there and set, nosed up, her
hair also in the way, or open.

Time to touch, again, and moved
along the side, sighted, the line

which moon, and sung, the time
is also right, or right : eye.

You are, and set, love’s name.

100

we are, the same, night surrounds
and claims to tell, hold, hold,

and carries us along the way, to
charge & song, out-lasting us, even

and profound, noise to song, water
and water, besides the small, &

line along among the way, this to
line and spend away to hold,

mood. Mark. Hold the line to
some distinctness, split or term.

And then, holds to some distance,
from light’s away these parks

of stone & clouds are wrapt to
their distance along the time of

or spilt throughout, line & term,
but loops away, food, the

line, holds, again we are, & come
around, night’s way again, to

be complete, or held, or meant,
then, to settle down, to spoke

the charge, or wheeled systems,
around, and water, we are, as.

100.2

And spill, or finish, these hours, of.
The moon’s sail of clamor, ends.

But light fills the span. Hold, sway.
The pears are filled, also, ran, to.

And love’s clear name has your
time, too, and even it is, spun out

from every claim & term, and
the rule, alone-along-among, it

evaporates, steamily, ocean edge of
waved sound and stems to the

term & sound, approached, heard,
spoke. Gong. Flash & recall,

eagle’s tunes are solid, new,
result of outwon time reversed,

& the whole color, blue & blue,
they meet through the air

& hold away, light’s time out :
you are, and said again

the same, and one in one the
rest, all ways, resting aside &

firm, or joyous, solid, throughout
my name, eye to eye & gone.

100.3

The line ends & holds, throughout and
simple, these excursions of time.

And dove, then, to the time & sent,
but held and new, waited, turned.

The day is started, home & term, a
Day is new and met. But time.

And the mood, you are, stopt, a
long way and gone, we have.

Along among, and rolling, the waves
Have come onto the wall, held &

skipt, but new or mooned, a
red a door, but goes, to

her eye, lip. The force of love’s
timing does not go unnoticed.

Push the heart through. This
sameness is its color & name.

But move a short lapse of days,
skimmed among the weeds, a

craft or sailing of ships and
then the moon, clipped to

the tail, yr face, ship-in, the
door is opened, sailed, toucht.

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101 (10:16:74)

Day to : air or edged

Along to spear, some
lighted
time line
then to leave
edge-wood, rose-wood
lines are
cool the smooth
and ocean to
some pile or term
and rock on up

Loaded between airs or moved
through churns
often locked aside

then thrust to turn
light’s open
sided claim,
and aired simple
out as turfed
the term is made,
air at and gone to ships, oar,
tune & sign
the guide, perhaps, his

house & term, align, spool,
fortresses of time, spaced out
aloft, but crept, beside

and known, all along the air
or sideways, skipped the root
& cave, her dampened edge

firm as flesh & upright “that.”
but comes between, the air

102

sun : from, water’d yielded flown,
to hear the limn & spoor, flour.

Or fled
to shear, film and scan, to
the earth and hammer, tones
to set, or shear terms leaped.

Designates. The room or leaf
: opposed pairs resolve
the way, her stomach, and air.

Or out, and told, the loom’s spin,
thorough tonight, held to term, as,

the light has spun on through my heart
and troubled sentences to the time

and leaped throughout to hear, also:
the room is offers.
Looped among harps
to sell or yield her name,
blood’s, eye.
and cried, intern, spoof,
tone of, deed
and pool,
thrown
cool to film, hear,
the foam subsided out and stair.

To ease or wrapt often the foal and
skin, flipped focal toads.

You are the way : to shores cast
east. No more visits,
settled in to this obscurity.
The sameness of events
continue

103

From familiar wraps, toward senses, sent,
thorough toward,
lines out along the air,
and are among terms set to tell.

Formal, oceanic moans among time to tell, as.
between the air, wrapt, the moon, hears,

the light’s eye sum toward arms from to dream:
the car which was offered from

friend leaves, helps, her
gunshots were eased out, bicycle, 70 miles

but covered the path was made away and
said, “go” and alone, but to the place, only

the third remembering was kept, as strength
or force
wired upright, iron-rust, spooled-out.
The horse might gallop
and specific sung to tell ear,
or set against set, to thrust through.

detail or recall. Horse, hold, and a
dream to shoot & see along the way,

how you are to see or tell, fold,
and color, to designate
The room is white with black stripes,
to hear to:
spin & hold, orange is mark &
motive, from the moon’s awkwardness, even,
and met-moved.
His coffee, spilled, but kindness crept to
help him, friend, along. Home.

Wear or fold, to move & name. Line.

104

punned, the mote. Hears to say, aloof, particles
clustered at the left, see!! Or is it noon?

Purple, as love’s name surprises, to hear yr name
again, where the street moves between the years

and holds, then, to some single lightning, around
the line, from where you are, speech upon speech.

The air : or going : name : another density
yields term and plume, forts are gone.

Climate of the airs, song of days & works
unwound, loom of her fragile clustering, the

wreck & pool of ease swept emptily through
dawn’s eye, and easy, easy, lay her down.

Then stoop, yourself, into your dreaming. &
rescue some simplicity from saying, yes.

Blue to rise arise color & time. Spot. The
rough terminal subsides. Celebration, &

on. Loaf a blue root poorly, but rest
inside yr saying, yes, it is, & sung.

Below. Hold, the openings in the moon
are too few, and file out woodenly,

held in place by yr eyes, foolishly befit,
flung outward, the figure of grace,

crosswise : he slips woodenly aside, and
holds to the knots along the rope, among

sentences cast adrift, or worded-out,
drilled out on loco weed, and going.

105

wrote today. Eased the loop & saw it come
around, to meet in the winter, musked &

sent, the air’s own weaving loud a-loud & met,
to send the others away, at last, & yield.

So much for resting. Inside the day, to hold,
there are some turns turned to see, yet.

Fold alongside, or wept, but made throughout
into this term & sentence, you are, & moved.

Spins, waits, or wheeled to smooth places and
sent, along, formed. Or would you say, moon

among wrenches to spend away color to hold
sign beside wave or toss’t throughout, to

be the time of seeing, yourself, and stop, there,
the roof and time, mode & play of these

acres or tongs, gleamed along, in all ways
new, or told, then wrapt, aside, spoke.

Or held. The day decides & looms among
new sentences, he roams along to say

here, or stop, then pinched, blown out,
surrounded them claimed, center & tune,

a quiet voice remembers, to hold fatefully
where no diagram bends in to yield, then

see, there, where color rests into movement,
you paid, close & final, & into dreaming

left, pushed, roped, out to the scene
and loop, opened & eyed, a clear poem.

106

Play to hold the mark, and spins throughout
along the line, held, sway to leap & stop.

But leaps along, and firm, the light: stoop.

Frost : alongside leans
then turns to foam oceanic
the day color from loose
Tides of speaking-out, & lessens
or crawls to stay formed
a road, ticking off and roasts, flown
aside the shore of faces cast to see, the
moon is halved or stopped
then term to color a shelf of crumbs,
the roof-cast, upward and moved.

Loop as crawl. The openings of noon
are met at lunch and croak, creep.

Erect, a walk away, & heard, hard

the rope bending alongside to stir

then cool or ponds to scrape aside
and flow toward reasons skimmed

the tide or soap to cool up the light
is made then met her eye to fool

around inside the air of saying

there to hold : ice & clouds
the moon descends to speech, you
are: throated or spoke,
partitioned to loop
and blue to scene
then ponds, mark stop
peel

107

formed : ally & song, sung to here,
these moods performed to tell,

then held among : spoke, rung to
sea-scene or spun along to hold.

Locked aside, turn to, hold to, leap leaf.
There to say only
black, or move
line the hold along

one, the line, told to shore, self & shape
along the line & wet, pare to skin, &

leads the way, or follow. Lark, mate
a green hat sways to weed. Nailed:

turn, three reds going, or followed, heap
of, link of, the air’s removal, paced

out among time’s voices, aloft the poem,
skimmed toward movies seen again.

Your face turned or head down, eye.
scooped roof claim
skipped aside chrome bulls foam

their elbows cracked, sea score & tone.

Her hips will or flee, the openings,
to slow churning crept, tongue of.

Hair-skipped, woven often through out, mark
of air’s original moving, loom

blue behaviors claim & snatch, from the
tone arrived, but woolen, screamed, a
growing, of love’s name, between, as.

108

fords along streamed through to spar,
or flips time away to start, recall.

Or list to scene along a term, overt,
as held between shrunken opposed,

folded aside at spun scents between,
or eye, spot, love to hold & sing,

your floats & grasses where to send
the day’s decisions out and out, then.

here arrived, and spun
where to fold
flow At-spin along
seals line. Roams

life’s long airs to head in & spot,
or thrust beside the ear, home.

Boom to crack or spill, there, entity
of foam resided at New York,

thus : loam at fold, or calculus, to
reign away, four, song to tell.

Rift, claw, rope and center, going
to hold, roof, loop, the day enjoins

to look after or penetrate, clasped,
the energies of passage, and his

fragile sensations roped throughout
to sell or blow the loop of parts,

there : rose or peal, the orange is
wept out and fooled, another
is benign, rotating and dark, it.

109

entire, or young. These floats toward
noon after turning leaves & foams.

But nouns & dense lessons are
not red, particular & nomenclature,

thrust, tomorrow wandering
looped to the resting
heard
and roped tightly often
the saddle
heard his eye

and grown tall, toward the moon
shot & sent, elapsed, sent

sentenced, then, a word faces
out to hearing from the woods.

You are: the sun’s own clamps
as the remainder weakens

fitful & sincere, her car goes
to still the heart, & firm.

Do nothing. Another rope descends,
and where light comes-to,

rests-in, the door is left ajar,
and seen asides, hoped, at.

But peacefully, turned, look!
aside these remains are

wet, storm of the heart’s names,
and understood

roof to roof, birds

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pace unwinds out, formed also along air.
But sea cleaned and turmoil, list

of indigent reserves, reservations along
all. Marking
throughout

parked away out is sent here
here sent is out away parked

simple & set the rose door open at
yr eye is smooth-cut & down, lie

to shore-line, spun to shape, red
as if and moon, are the loped moves.

Your sings and brushed hair surfaces.
Bush and slip into meaning, spend

overt calculus of hedgerows : looked back
but sometimes unwound out as pool

and shade hear color, prepared of
sentences settled loaf or grains

is not associated but hear & skips
to sand to the line red out as

green stalks cool onto the desert
living down along and marked.

Wash them. or stream & root, a
page away to photograph no

new idea and seeming attention
where the marks resolve at

stand & pool, grow, or nursed.

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long, termed or mark, held to form
the time, or spent away, held, thus.

Fold red the long term moves, or wet.
But up, at float & song to heave

or swoop, then lift & solve, the way
of manners, schemed out or told, as

the way of words, met or folded, out
from these beginnings at the eases

of, lines of, fruit or color, his address.

You are these motives, then left away
told along the air’s own moving, at

sway & claim, held throughout the
air of morning moving also kept.

Alert the day’s claim as cool eases.
thus to sell or hold. Mark & term

or line & song at senses cast, back
to some destination, met willingly

from some wooden cast the line
looped around, but held modestly

where a saying, thus! To hold, &
then term & long, sounded out,

a whale! Roast. Dove. Loop & skip.
These cool postures are unfamiliar.

Roof clips or set, verb and move.
The day has openings, too, like sound.

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marks, to term hold, there the moon’s beginning
rests out from seldom straights to boom

along unwelcome but persists, to friendliness.
Or hold among the lines, at sway & yield, to

fire or the way, set upon some limits, at rest
and rescuing to these elongations, spar &

monk, to hold on through but make the
term, spent or light, he goes to howl,

in a stomach noise, restless but benign,
in ‘advice to oneself’ to hear others

along the way turned, they are, to the
yoke or fathom, and word at word

would spoke or chime, then, as color
defines the pressure to view view, a

term or melancholy unpredicted joy of
line of, lights to spell among, as.

But roped and lightened, to float
away, to yell or spoke, wheeled

around, and law, share to peal,
or home, at food slept round

the half circle, in retreat, ah!

Then skip to new treasures, or out
-leapt the cross of light shores,

and shoring, a whale, beached
out and clipped, resonance. Of.

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meets.
There to say, aloft, but spun, into the

way said, often and held, dove, the
hand says thus or pin, sold, fool.

Along and grown too
heart’s eye and scatter-in
your moves,
between, wet, as.

And hard upon the line, thrust, at, and
set to these particulars, blood’s open

song arised, the light between yr eye.

And raised, to tell, hold, hold, along:

after the moon’s distant emptying.
The raft settled out, but turned,

through a herd piled,
on top and in, the places, kept,

out from some distant rumbles, a
light of resolution, and specific.

Then, look back for ease and jump.

The roof decides to hold, yr head,
rotating along disks, or sent, to

meet at these junctures of passing.

and yielded, out, name, flown, to
some anchor of nouns, particle &

claim, claimed, undecided but thought.

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The slim air told & spelled, or spun out
from some declining acts formed on.

Loomed also along, here to thrust. Pin.
then lean to shape or fling, astir.

Omen as, lined to shore of, pin of, at
handles leaning or put to send, often.

There : and sung among roosts like fur,
or cleaned and grown immense or total.

Your spears or floors : eases like red,
or flown from foster like pinnacles.

Lifted and music, counter to & fathom,
the favorite to clowns from removal,

or cleaned margins at nouns or fishing
entering scattered and benign ropes

are measure to signals or forms to
these restitutions of cause, light’s ear.

the floor heaved aside, squared out,
barned to the lift, or eye, eye, at.

Filed, lined, straw & pool, the loaf is
spent, folded to these rough colors,

penetrated at heard form tools the
red gear limned as the sea’s foam:

but color, subside, color symmetry to
bridge, gloved, roosted out, bloomed.

These pinned ears, or thrust to slide
the door was left & marked, loop.

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Loose and term, the way;, but cleared,
also a turn, to and to, the three lines

swept, to have and black backed, also:
a bird would sweep back and forth.

The sky or claim to moods marked, then
set-to, among pleasantries, held to say,

aloft, the line, scope of sets claims, the
proof waits from events cast off, and

flown, thrust to terms, the eye, play &
sung, then, set to work at the heart’s

clamor & dream of moving, and waited,
out, time’s day declines but hovers

between dense senses, where time, too,
revolves to some salient rows & props.

And heard, heavily in the woods,
Where we kept our time, remember,

the wood & fire-song, cooked food
unwrapped by ceremony & song,

days’ energy made simple but kept
to rise arise the spine’s line up.

You are, and then decides, or held,
out, mark, term, sweep, tomorrow.

Blow. Skip to noodle’s roof & blue,
but thrown out, along to see, a

shape a shore a box and blow, out,
the air’s own blowing, a boom a skip.

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Acts, then, to still, or speak to
the air and thorough, moved to

lean through events to seeing, &
how she is there to her being.

And smooth, the way time goes
along the way, where we are

also the same saying to, yes, and
eyes are also new, at houses

flung, or spent, motive & claim,
or a story : wrought, spent, below

my heart, then, initiation into life
at its simple beginnings, you are.

But wait, and hold, to endure long
in these reasons of forgetting

where we are, where we are, and
sent along the line, to see, this

angle & time of seeing, love’s eye
is also new, to hold among some

sentences : restraint, the name of
favor, and following, the time

of this beginning, of acts or favors
dismissed to some allowances

of the root, the call, air, color,
these nets of sense, claimed,

even, profuse, woolen, benign,
surrounded, timed, act & song, thus.

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loosed, also among the still air, revolved.
The heart’s linings, overt,
roped : to some line.

Or the calculations, silent, for the leap.
your own becoming of sentences, heard.

And some danger permits the sights, they
revolved also toward, how he hears

toward the air resounded, to tear away
but stiffened, heated, some, closets.

Blue air resembles nothing, or skips
to mountainous tremors, from residues

to claim, then, and handled to the
room of some lessened stance, in favor,

to his eyebrows, eagle & song, to beam
on out to their receptions, particle.

Your knowing. But slipp’t to shore
the bird, below or blow, thirteen,

sanded out, plough & moon, her
fragile senses are wrapped, also, to:

begin these allocations of t he moon, her
pasture of relinquishing & sent, to.

is there some particular claim, frozen
to its shadowing, play and screen,

your face terminating from rust regains
to clip the air & woolen, amused, the

answering of some burlap eases, form, astir.

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loops around, teeth to teeth, a smile,
swayed throughout some inclines

or steep ravines for the eye charge:
form & sentence among the hopes,

are and spun, along the sense of,
place of, peal, clime, stroll, foot,

then grow. Folded away, the shore to
these particles seen, one is another

one to itself, begin, perhaps, in this
air & single time, space & line to

their long gestures, or speak! Over the
line, or said, again, the line is met

among the turning, a gesture stops
and then begins, or told, a moon is

looped again & curled, at heat to
shore the bird is swept away, at

light, or driven, with a stick, part
& song, your close air resembles

blue or met, then, inside the air, of
some single sentences, hold,

the arrows are crept throughout
the motive, there, of single acts, out

to her stance, distinguished, then,
as some simple ordering of the

light, event to time; space, the heart’s
flight, into the plane & mood of this.

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The room. Your own line cools the time
for these beginnings, that is, & held

among these pasts or refused energy
climbing the walls, from some relapse.

or spun. Out the room is clear but
calm in its lightning and posts.

over, a line extent for loosening, of
the room & peal, to roast wings

on a term of, line of, ease, split
out form is likened, or held, toward.

there : and cool from rooms cleaned
up to air, sung toward mounting

a flown hair to clip the pins in
this foregone outer rested spin:

a roof a day, tumbled smooth, no
rescues performed but drawn down

toward simplicity. The plumb & line,
their hoses, clean, clean, sung to

ear the rest, skipped, aloft, below
and claimed the same rotating drawer,

then left along the way, waited, &h
held in, pushed up, energy & moon, a

Sight, a view, a room collapsed, heart.
day as blown fog to clamor outer,

and cooled by restive birds, elongation
of roaming pins, roof, world, grown.

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toned-out, lined among your own time.
Or what resembles sentences is then.

Motive, termed, voiced among the day
to told, heard, then, and sent to

their own voicings, where doubt re
-tains its own favor, & discrete,

surpasses shadows to its goal, or
lining the time with air, and

spoke, here, like some removal, of
time, too, heard, to spin out as

we are : and loosed toward light
or acts, or corralled, then, by

our sentiments, felt like old argu
-ments, or revolved, left to right,

where it would hold invisibly
and set-to, roped out, lined-in,

where the rooms carry time &
term to some conclusions; the

motor roams along the trail &
carries us close behind, & swept

aside, the day is new to see,
here & here, there are no others

and where we meet, a door, a
way : a loose flame carried up.

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Your name is, friend, November. Sun,
And what you hear is time,

sent between the days to measure
song and light, between the

song, a line into these destina-
tions of the heart, uncovered, to

move inside your moving and
hold, a day begins again the

same arising to flesh the body,
and touch to see these new

beginnings are not strange; the
way begins in markings from

the signing of leaves. And what
is this, then, another line to hold?

In the same way all ways moving
so & so, you are the one to

one and known, as met & sung,

But hold & mark, terms are
set, we are, as one to one,

begun & stopt, at a short sign-
ing-after, where the heart stops,

and short , to move, line along, &
met, though, shorn, short, to

hear these words are willingly, &
there, your eye, to touch, &
So & so. To sing

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Form is form, the mood of clamor, stung, and
unwound from the center, outward

into events cast, the passage into morning
and the mood of life’s own light, here.

alert the day is to arrive, final, at this
verge & shore outcome from begun

starts and fit in to some declension of
term of, mark upon the senses, at.

And hung to spin, yr feet awry, closed,
and heard, the heart’s own time, boomed

the body is this gesture, where we clear
the water, spin, clean, to hold on.

And there, her name is willing or declared
but spoke, sentinel and gong, one

simple string unstrung, song of this
new beginning, and day decides, clear.

Your face, reminds, the heat and sign
the mood away or clasps, foreign star.

The calculated line. Seen: away to :
over these removals & penetrations, a

clustering of types, remained, then, to
verbs or others. But won, the way

is filmed over, spurt of charges loamed,
& seed, cast in, yr plant eyes, fiber

of no descriptions, and on, moot or pealed.
A word is love, & known, heard, heard.

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day to air, yielded fresh, to term away,
your heart resigns, and new to hold, a

line, a spot, fold & claim, to hear these
resonances, known or bounded by the line’s

time & swept ahead to no beginning, but
thrust clean, to move throughout the same

way moving, here, love’s eye shortens say-
ing & blows wooden & precise, your own

motive: crown & song, any word uttered, a
loop, lingering to hold or sentenced, shift.

A face, then, your own, where acts reflect
reflection, and perfect these drones to

their own summaries. Loomed out, held to
spoke. Shrine & tomb, the heart’s term:

and cleared away, a woods, tactic of the
thing seen, where it sleeps & turns, leapt

out to hold time suddenly, pushed, left, the
color blue, fold, air, sense of the due

behavior, but name, long & lunging, groped
a heat away, said. Mark these terms

willingly and in no time respite some easy
wave to hold or send, surfaced, then, &

spent away, or yielding of new waves
at some verge or climate, spent or spot,

and tune, to sheep shed sullen, of
other often over, another after, & sent.

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at sink & wear, told along, and there,
folded around again, at stir &

swim, yield of motor to claim,
stick to these patterns & swim

the pool, lights to send these peals
the moon at song & film, thus.

The cold day moves sun to string
these loops of taste & sense,

a stomach. Then told or spoke,
the new letters or their pack

-ages are formed around some haste
of other often ovens, after sense

the way of words are new these
loops regained again to show

some fragile calculations at
stir & sloops the waved

blue mood, screened out, push
to stop, pooled : slippt, at

link & straw, paired pooled &
shown, third or foam, the

light gray palings from inked
moons out, lime, straw, grow,

adverse & singular, joy’s pleasure
is love’s name new to the thronged

alliances, taut, resonant, begun,
foamed in & straight, blown.

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Loosed around to turn out away the faces
are not new and never the same way

intending out to lean ahead and stop.
Or over these walls foregone and told

to head away, out the room’s glow of blue
positions, up or termed, hold, ahead, as.

Form to say, here, and spoke the looms
of scattered retinues, ocean of the mood

to scan seeming the way is set & held.

Or other often, at senses shrewd to see
there are some places set to hold the

time is some beginning to be sent away.
your places calmed the window fogged

at slow paces cast away the seed or
spilt to home the child is roomed, clippt.

Some ear begun, as swum or loafed
throughout, mood, elevation, term,

the way of these beginnings, orange.
Room, the day of taking-out, a

flown bird lodges here or sets the
tone of bound edges, blue & loomed;

Crest or fume, the loose moons kips
around & clears the places out,

crowns the peer of these scatterings,
a room away & kept close to
hold & grow, again, your heart.

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the eyes, then, bring us round, and
where we are is no beginning, but

thrown out, where we are, at some
occasion for beginning. And who

we are is also new; these elocutions
are not sudden but rehearsed, it

is our lives we have before us, to
some solitudes thrust or cast, and

often: these hearts are also new: this
air becomes our own, and where

this sentencing unwinds, there we
have also arrived, folded &

spun, sent to some meeting with
-out penetration, only some causes

withering with destination and word.
And where we are also followed,

There we are made into this arriving;
at some hedges thrust, song and

name, at some resolution burst, in
some particular thriving, and lost

to it, emptied of ourselves in
the world of this beginning,

and cleared to these new beginnings
by being made : alert, particular

and known. Where we are is home.
this world is clearly sudden, clear.

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Line away, and spend among these
presences alert to this : settle in & hold,

the way is cleared, and in position comes the
resting, weaving claim : spin to hold and

stop; your hair between and long. Then
turn, or flows these clean & parts, to shear.

your name face is to hold away, a tense
this is and reversed to rhythm bound

away to stop, then, claimed, then, as
a destiny obtrudes out, at stir & pin,

or fooled away, to hear these rows
are new to hold among claims for

time & held, forget, push into the
air as color or time, but mood to

claim your air wrapt allowed to
clear to spin or sleep around the

lines are new to yield your name
is hard into the air or centered

throughout the same way sent;
to be there the moon is sent &

cleared away as some declines
are met or waived through color

as some dense hurrying looses the
dead lines to their own time.

love’s name regains to hold away
the opposition is in the term, & spent.

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And term a line, inside and spoke, the
same way sending out, you are the same

too, and sent along this close strategy
of light, clear in its disturbances, to tell

these numbers, also heard, where we meet
in these darkened shadows, and heard.

Which line suspends the same light depended
in some particular destination of the

air, and loomed out away to hold this
simple night seen outspent to lean

& speak, you are, and met then, turned
out to hold the line between meetings,

but left aside and in some time removed
to these particulars of the ear’s moods.

Room. Sway the yield astir, & term, calm,
the open fragments subside : out to term,

these articles of means, and what is
waiting but this specific proof of eyes,

then, and cleared away outside to hold
the line to light’s beginning in the heart,

and love’s eye surrounded, then, and
claimed also among these residues of

the ocean, dredged, sucked, drilled,
undarked & spun, outer, plain & sung,

A name, then; your own permission, &
follow, it is made the same as this.

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sentenced. Along-among, some occasion
to disturb out at the line, undisturbed.

Whereas, then, a line is made, termed
throughout these airs remiss to send.

And lined among the senses, at these
stirs to loom there as spent, whole.

The flood, moved or mood, as air revolves
to motives, as air becomes these sentences.

The line, as time becomes the post to
hold sway or airing along the time.

Whom skipped away or held, loafed at
noodles bent awry and held, aloof. To.

Becomes these nights and pools, or air
at some beginning, or roomed as night.

Your eye as love begun, and roofed, the
score as term & line, the thrust to pool.

And grown, then, as pond & pounded,
drilled-out on time, the articles sound.

And posture of, score of, mood to rooms
are bent these scales removed there.

Scored between feeling this means at
slippt a fool to skim between scores.

As calculation or begun, fathoms are
blue begun to term away astir, as.

And mood, cashed, flung, split, grown
and looped away, the fragile sentencing.

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Loops at term & song: these wills subside,
the fruit opened at touch, hourned out, sea.

Life’s openings permit; thrown along, the rush
begins in light’s review, posture & tale,

another overt pool, and sent the same way, out
the time or odor of, line of, room away

and white, this food, become the reign of
light beginnings where foal & charge begin.

And rough, some hedge, at scheme &
sentence, hissed throughout from pinnacle

or doubt, then, again to send a loaf of
and benign, a door is formed of time

& slipped through these sensings of love’s

own name, eye & throng revolved
at some pealing-to, then, astir & tong

of redeemed beliefs or notes from wear
-ing tones the sloops are roughed at

a score derided, eye-heart & form,
meant to drive a room away to blue

loafed, astir sealed porches, or moon
-moon movement the simple spasms

obtrude, and rhimed among the worth
of a name, eagle’s earth removed &

piled up the hills are greening time of
the year heard or pusht for a
lapse at scoring, seal, seal, a pong.

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or heard, dodge, lineal & claim, at
turn this repeal to dust, fathom.

Some eye would clatter, but spent,
then, as outer doubt lessens, spare.

Or, turned to love’s pleasure & song, again
to thrust her line along, spent up

from fragile sentencing, where these
boxes or rows are also new, to

loom become at told and rhymed, who
becomes there, or three and seen,

under his hat, the, or thin, your
here to listen along the voiced

or tailed the blue eye between
her term, the cowboy riding at

the throat of it, burned intense, in
tents to clutch my hard upon

the day, laid back, & watching
a fresh flesh recalls some

simple destination, or heard, a
throat is opened, too & lips are

ready, what-ever works, and
does, at least, work, then, as

what spills down her throat is
also hot, and made the same as

words, or words seeded into her
tongue; sucked, tongue & tooth.

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Your eye beside, or overturned, the way
is also held alert from some simpler

destinations, and resolved us, in form to
doubt’s own pleasures, or new & sent.

The heart’s holding is, perhaps, singular.

Plumbed, the image of conjoint ears,
and plunged at center, the hard held

in songs and reigns, from foment at
the verge, and green: a black light,

or sun’s portion as something made
to know yr name is also ease,

and begun, between spaces told, at

sense to hear, or rain becomes,
these airs below, or spun, out,

the form obtrudes, as held among
the ropes to some slight gulch

slippt & folded into the remote
shadows, as where they loom-in,

the moon becomes sum and pool
of the systematic loaf, drawn

from specific instances to the sur
-face seen & spoke, or lipped &

snug, the frangible present, and
has the tight ropes lined into

the corner, blue, post, away, there.

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Loop to life, or light’s own time, begun at
time’s own turn : and out to hold among

sentences along adrift, as held or spoke, at
song & time to skip or leap color’s own

thread or turned out along among alone;
or thrust thread cap at stir & sense,

at-thrust or won, and flung out , scored
at these particles of sameness, straw &

flaw. The loop declares its particulars:
and strong to rain this eagle’s soup,

stained like flown beasts or night’s
true beginning, these birds reversed to

flight & seen among their distancing
and profound, out spun or leaped over,

and overcome this family of tempers, re
-volved around the center, heroic &

faced: loop to song his day of birth,
loomed to warm sentences again,

the ropes are not bent away, but held.
Roam around the edge, day of night’s

color is black again, a hole in your sky
face, fathered by this seeing heart as

loop to light begins again, among some
slips shore & blind the roof’s collapse

is figure & tomb, his heart’s desire for
love’s own name your own to rise arise

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or light at bright begun, as out upon wd
revolve some lesson, or descriptions of

name & act, where we bend line upon &
hold, then, there where we rest, as spoke,

or wheeled around among these sentences
& lined out to hard affairs, & how she

wheezes, at the verge of the climate, color
color, color, and then out another day

is heard to spin these wheels around
the day is met closely to some hear

-ing of these meandered spools & reels,
or where we sank away to time,

the mouth agape, or loved, & heard
again, then, that there are no

others, sent along the dream, where
we dive in & hold, rushed, streamed

& bedded, and from this vision
revived, or by & through its

new beginnings. But read. Yr
eye follows out: bright sight

quickens the mind, breathed,
we are, exploded to verbs,

bird ripped, sky tossed, hold in
the air, he zips a zipper on &

floods these lights again, yr name
is, time of, root & mean, aloft.

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Roomed beyond out to spend among soft air:
a loop regained for pastures and polled home.

Or skipped as sung, her name & face, long shale
to furrow reef & claim, climate’s tome or hurry.

Rimed among, or also along the highway, a
line, a dot, a roomy pear, name & song,

A way beheld or spoke, and hard along, thus.
straw, folded, portrayal of like-ness & onto the

floor, spins these tense and furrow, but along
the shift, at spending air in air, her time.

Yr noose & clamor, or petrify, then, outer
disclaimers, or popular poetry, arrived at

common designates unwound away & held, to
miss the line & turn away at centering tides

swept ahead from form outleaped his nose
bending away from forces or long logs wrapt.

Names of rooms, eyes are told, then, & hurtled.
roof of cold loops, the way and burnt, a

scoop reminds, and strewn away to fold a
loose tatter flown aside rails & passing:

love’s grace in the tongue, a seed is
driven down the lanes, roped at side

& turn, & heaved away, loop of, day of,
and aired-out, scooped-off: energy’s

calm name and held: remove. These are
simpler calms, recalled & noticed, rift.

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out-spun & steady, the fortunate sunshine,
and along the day’s shines, wherever whistles.

A name persists, work to outer other, double
of acts perceives and runs along an edge, line

of time’s beginning, whereas & proper, but hedged
around, along, day a day and finished.

Thus or met, the musical phrase, or parsed
with hesitant wheats, the wrapped coastline

of ideas, and red-orange permits familiarity
to belong, but won like jersey or families.

But where there is no sentencing, propound a
cagey loom of blue lines intercepted, exile.

and green sticks, uprise and claim, your eye
belongs, again, into revolutions of the circle.

And clean, then, or argued, where time
resists allowance, permission love’s simple due.

roamed, the horse-dust & plea; a foam
or distanced oracle, yr own voice, & right,

but clean improvement unceased or blue, and
whose tail to surface out but clasped among

hair & pillow, her face & name clearing &
turned, align become these ropes & rocks

your noose betides & loops to hold, this:
and love’s names ire, slowed to tufts,

leased out & worded, scooped & pebbled,
then, light’s word imprisms love’s eye, in.

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marked a term as game along this cloud
is moved from line to grace, & holds.

There & met: a roof unspun as term &
time the dwarf to spool these upper

stories, as long among these hedgerows
are colored & willing as seen or thrust.

then some distinction, or loomed center,
a patriarch, and held wooden, a

name or woman and terms met as
one or song, but tensed-out, &

driven away or terminal, en masse
the day decides its color, yield of

indigent behaviors, lines remembered
from the middle, or dark, the book

found lodged or wedged, lying, actually
at the corner, on velvet, & met, will

& temper, the double set of noises
close to : within the ear some roses.

Your foam, the eye’s tokens to sight.
or seen through, heart of the loafed

boot : loop scoop & bite yield, they
are, a temporary rest of light, as

the day or perfect surfaces, bright
and new, yield of light particulars.

hammered, seen, looped, spun, named,
a day is met, love’s eye opened.

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across slight distances, I have heard a
slight chill resumed, then, toward part &

claim, the mode of alarum’s recall distinct,
verbed, then, as outer & other, loom among

red distances, or told realm to doubt, the phase
borne in to some distinctness, loafed, noodle

and air, her hair spun out, to roads
rewind & slooped, or tensed backwards

to no particular estate or hope’s wooden
chain, eloped, sloped, caught on these

disasters of the way, or low & proper
as his airs are, revolved among along,

your heart along & beating, figure of
collapsed intents. You are, I see, &

roped off, loomed-in to some calculation
or in no hesitation won but singularity’s

resistances, clothed with fathoms or
patterns, sea=-swept & lame, the

eye of these beginnings wept around,,
or heard, too, simple chimes unwound

to the ears place & mark, she is, &
dreamed away toward this recall &

loot, heart’s anchor of welds, a spot
to touch his voice alert, motives

air to send, rough, away, thirsty wedge
of these loops regained, outer: outer.

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and rim around, loops resolve to orange
limits, or poled-out, a sky evinced from

hesitant jumping, this out-leaped pressure no
thorn but life’s pool & blue room won.

Or would a cause revive? I mean, push to hop,
stop or even, there, is no longing after, but

energy’s ropes revived, wound up from song
in the morning, or light, & how he swims

upwards, and total, too, or unwound sky
at ochre rims & their nomenclature, of.

roost a rule: pain swims outer, lapses.
the throat has clean rooms, or posts,

& recall automatic fervor, but lessen, &
doubt that they are finished, along a

cool reduction, word out pressed in these
claims, form to time, and donates

aligned or fathomed, wind to heart, of
a temper won, out the heart, too,

of other offers woven out to the planet
at sense & spill, yr hands, reposed,

and her time, too, weakened often
to clasp after, but timed-out, miss

to tell & hold, right & left overpass,
helps to tell a letter & some pictures

where they warp after, children, come
to light, mother of, father of, both.

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slipped, peal to term, yr heart moves, too,
mode of, alarum of, recall & gong, &

goes throughout the same or held, firm, of
allowance & song remind rewind of

other offers, ordered after, & snug; these
reefs, or grounded; loafed or, timed.

Pasture regains: another blue loop mounts
maintained, this cool double recall or the

moment cleared to spin & out; mountain
of : young term allowed spirit call

to roof of, recall split, cleared to
marked out, lines mood & claim.

Alert. The tools are cleared out, to
clear tones leaped, moves, eye to

love’s time, & heard; water movies
talking out, and limned. Term of. A

cool mood leaps out, or turned, pit
to clear murk. Eye held, marks to a

leaping. Forts are crept, or out marked
today, then, clamped on &then green.

Your eye behld, or often, & works out
too, & told another claim, or often, out,

a tone, a term, another yield beckoned out,
floats through there eyes, heart termed

out , or floats, bang, alarm, flushed up
a third, out, floats, term, tell, even, in.

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change this mark, so : a loom among, &
held to, moved in & spoke, the fragile

yield becomes, then, over times & lines of
doubt, scattered out & held, alert, also,

tokens of air & passage : the doors submit
too, outer or other, often argued, egged at

the possible titles, scale of time’s remission,
then, or postured after color’s argument,

blue or green, then, heaved onto the sky,
where there are no others, and even so,

and even so : a name becomes, or house
and eye, the transmission of, loaded

through alarms of doubt, and anchored
out, or told to spend, hard among these

edges are forlorn, or tempered out from
wells withdrawn, wind & air are these

revolutions of time, loops regained by
turn & turn, to throw & claim, or

yield to turkey, gloom, sun’s won &
beckon, there, as some term of, built.

A loom becomes, word of, air at, tone
among these raw distances, or

eyes beheld at nothingness, their own
fervor a claim & yield of life’s

own name, love’s eye surrounds, &
ropes motors out along the sky.

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Termed, along these marks or ways : as.
Light’s line among proper densities,

but looped, awry green partitions, to
resound between days & graces, through

the airs woven between days & days,
then, elongated before, at, at : thus.

your own frames met melancholy, form
to derail often or other, thrust to

some foment & clarity, of their bestowal
to fur & limit the overt causes arise,

then clamor to term or finish at
lumped claims toward their own

arrival. Elapse & sing to thrust and
plough, or along the roped airs,

the blue grains are hollowed out &
flown at sky-scene & particles

toward flowers or followers, where
are we driven? A name subsides

throughout yr history, or booked
to licenses between hearings, of

their reminders drawn among a
horse or term, ridden out to country

sides and newer starts, between
their asides and spoken through

a resinous density out-clamoring
the heart, even as love’s time draws.

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alive along among : hard upon the edges,
or ripe toward light’s demeanors of purple

and red cohabit out after outward signing,
along throughout these harps or tines, yr face

becomes this sign, or overt toward excusing, &
out from light’s line in, & then in, from

his lineaments and placing : the eye’s rest
-less permutation; his flight begins at see

-ing; this thirst renowned; her blows are
wept. Motives rough toward climate, or a

line defended term & mark, heard, as
spoke, named as uttered, or disbelief:

caution permits caution, but out leaped
fire untouched as thrust up, lip or eye,

the child or tokened life to alight
beyond these airs from power permits;

loosed, leaped. A gust below, or rises
to new hastening another quest for

long treasures, relates, as boxed, blown, a
clear beginning lurched or plead, her

trips away and back, but centered, or
stopped, and rotations remiss flown out

or authored, the figures of his graces,
but I am told, here, season of a

loose flight, winged or soar, love’s
open time, arose & scanned, today.

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The branch followed, page by page, through
the gutter of this note-book, lifted day by

day: & placed, there, overleafed, you may
say : & tune, to time’s own image, & fresh

or frenched-out, like, out-like, even, the
little fox, me, gets wet, oh yes, I know

that, as-such, but later, told, or spoke to
blue hedges, the one who now appears

to be the leader of the sacrifices at feast
days : ebb and ebb, this light of terms

made manifesto the ancient rhythms suffice
to erase doubt from meditation, and

trance to line, prance or trace, some humility
might inhabit me, please, and ease this

intensity of pauses where I am still a seeker
&, of course, fantasize my self as that

which is sought. Love’s name subsides to
honesty, this thanksgiving day, and haloes

what is welcome, at last, my own voice
discovered in my acts, at last, this

simple arriving of words to me, no
longer alone, at last, like Dave’s

epitaph, mine for him, “he played hard but
he didn’t know the rules” or mine

for me, “along.” Jody in the kitchen
and Alex’s shoe glued together, ‘GRIP”

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Termed, onto these flat platforms, and
reached out, as remembered, there, the

formation of these values, or lines over
my own decisions, and seen, arranged,

for deliberate sensing, like these send

-ings along the line, and heard, as sent
to these dominions for relaxation, over

the edge, lined out along the way, a
stop or ledge, there, formed between

the moons, fulled or plant. Paired out.
But rest, and fall away, rooted in

and heard, spoke among feasts, astir
to specific beginnings, where we are

and held, then, to logs & posts at
their verge in the air, moved to

spoke at rushed outer & tell, ovens
looped awry & held, first, spun,

sentenced, blue to mooned fragrance
of overt loops & bent as spins,

color to tell, heavily the pool is
opened & a line is termed “regret,”

but left from feeling, tent & pole.
roost, ally, pinnacle of doubt to

loaf below & strike, light alternates
throughout, love’s way sung, outer, and.

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And then, hearing, out, these rooms.
roofed among pleasances, a hard jar.

but eye, yr heart betokened here,
heard alert, rowed astir & held,

a familiar errand, through reliefed.
or are you held, away, butter a

sliced meeting, there is more, even,
at light & turn, where the action

Holds, or tight, spot, spent, on:
sunshine is, and term of, resolute.

Nearly, and mounted, green-leafed,
but seen through, screened, noise.

They would be that, but this-here.
and along the sides, swept clean,

scraped down, piled, wooded out
the scale from this loom’s other

reaping, yr nose permits, orange
to dust, but clipped astir &

firm, formed-to & flown out, a
seal, a wedge, a slipped pear,

and smoothed-out, more, here, a
loom among distances is more

profound, and heard like posture,
to repeat indefinitely, though

character enfolds outer, made
to love’s term by sentences.

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Line’s life a child is, as spoke, the
“conjunction of two wills” or birthed

and in the harmony of pleasures, there
is another realm, or face to face, is

this darkening of life’s own time, sung
among these quickenings, or at tables

flung, in no way bespoke, heard hard
& thrust throughout to ease or clipped.

Then hedge a row unexplained but cast
adrift, and floating unhurriedly past

beginning, even, and made into some
thing un-profound, or disturbed, &

made into this proper wholeness by
imagination, flown aside astir or

kept, swept, cleaned at image &
term, loomed throughout the hard

line clears & spins, her opening
or mined at detail, spun, thrust

hold : there from other blue airs.
But a leap a leaf or lid, come on.

Simply, or spent, cool among outer doubts,

cleft & song hears to cool edges at

the verge of light, love’s own name
and on again the highway overcome, &

smoothed, lighted, loafed, among.

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Resumed notice permits or inhabits
toward sentenced layers although.

Mooned in or slight rescues of green,
and, then, there are also mysteries.

Words tell, though, throughout this same
resembling outer of other motives, at

tables’ restitution & overt motives are
storied out from languid permissions.

heroic, a stance, child-heart, and
wrapt beyond sensation to claims

of red tunes remiss, overt bastion
of inner blows, as are to hold, on.

but name yr heart so, and so, to
sleep, touched, a mood aligned

and continent or a plain removed at
clear examples doubted out as a

motive gains intensity & not pained
either, berthed or birthed out,

a loop along a line aligned as such,
dismissed and fathomed, her eye,

swell or foam, uprised at hedges &
documents withdrawn, a cool mountain

and strait lines across, some are
broken, & light resumes some favor out

along the way, or positive, to view &
clasp, love’s child is born at last.

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Loss of an unknown life. Or dark
& still, quiet pressures from underneath

the heart’s still penetration at life’s rough
edge : known at last these particles of

night’s beginning, settled out like out-like;
a man’s own time is new, & told, to see.

But hear, term of light, mark &
term of the planting-in, where you

held to the side & crept in, but
lost, to time spun out & cleared.

did life & tong, or pulled through
these sensations of some benign

elocution, pear, flute, sperm, on
the line or circuit, creamed, pawn,

the loops or fathoms, mark, mark.
but solemn, water plumed into

night’s rain spot, lighted behind,
a thorough and precise caution

from remiss or patter, ear of the
heart’s own sealing, crusted and

green, a long & proper term is
met & claimed, of cool & single

mood, heaved out a spin away
to ropes or castles claimed &

loomed, clothed, emptied, then, &
carried out to tell, here, here.

150

Marked, moved : air resembled out along,
but spun to light, these loops are

stiff, beckoned; align the rope taut,
hear or tell, speak, tell, you are.

Green to speak, often rest, claw, a
sentenced fragment straw clean,

looped her eyes are also new, as:
and looked over, a shell, a

day, perhaps, to rescue life, &
moved time’s-term or slipped

aside, cast off, seen to hold, astir
through limits are profound, as

ropes decline through heavy lines
and marked, the day removes

to tense sojourns, roofed over
& expected to meet again

the dream of lives touched where
are we sleeping, some colors

are not named from white or
black, horsed over, calmed out

to residues of imagery, but no
other to feed them closely,

or no air roped out, you might
believe there are claims met, his

eyes are crossed, over, jumped &
grown up & out, a stalk recovers.

151

What spoke among acts or aces, it
lingered in us, spoke its forces, rhythm

of edge, of, song’s perfect clarity, or
listen. Or was a post or claim, your

own misgivings, and hair, or sleep, a
rest becomes this temper of airs.

Then hold, spoke, edged out from the
plans, hardly stopping anywhere, or loose

& fitful, but throughout, we are also

another reunion, around or bent, to
rush out through linear deposits;

your fast beliefs at home to cook
or rush out again this green spoor,

roofed. Slip, then hold, in that way,
or often, sinking to thought begun,

iced over and met, loop & clamor,
his renewed clauses, particles of

and danced, spectacular, seasons
from such release, you held a

light, a line : love’s rough edges,
and tapped-out, climbed, then,

as fragile distances reoccur to ease.
Bedded-out, harmed, green-rust,

Then spring to size & growth, it is
These removals of sensation, musked.

152

Child : heart. Eased or cloudy, and firm,
too, to tell out, hasp and drone, clubbed.

there, love’s eye permits to presence, at
some distinction thrust or passed, a

gray and lengthened motive, pursuit at
lessened tempos, marked-out along

the new : term, persist, flux of proper
nouns unwound against the roof, and

power’s remission to acts, but person.
interruption, roses growing out, or a

lawn toward her eases, Particular
deaths are transformed, but never

named, again, might be left astir
to continents or started out, loop

& term, and rift of, claw of, word:
heard as terminal or floats, at

movies named, seemed against the wood,
or ever : motive astir throughout a

lessened particle, charged up, noses
at rugs and clarity, or forgot the

way out, clothing, even, and left.
Might stir. Additive, rushed out, a

Description, and where events persist,
the world, notations of loves begin

-ning, laughs through the stars , playing
again and roped among his eyes, done.

153

And on the door of my house, the same
inscription, the door I nailed together

marked out, it was at juncture & calm,
a door was made, set, hinged, circled.

Often to turn, strengthened, along the way
and cold, a heart’s mode, alarum, call:

a roof, too, climbed, mailed, set to set,
or over, alone, the color red red, a

new tone or rescue, calling to gray
news, the pages sent out or moved.

Your own mood, then, friends gathered
into one beginning, and sun or blue,

the new eaves are set, too, and won
out as contribution or net, screened

& sung leafed over the moon, a
storm subsides to doubt, hears, then

moves throughout the same sending
and met willingly among stony claims.

Thirst. Wooden claims, the rest rests,
and over all, one mood persists,

where we set out against this move
-ment, the fragile notations at eve

-ning, and flown away to grow, a
net resides, recall of duties flown

to exclusion, at least, & costumed,
dreamed, perfectly at rest, then.

154

Mood & term, aligned betimes all ways,
sunk arise, sentinel & song, the new

line folds or spins, then, turned to spell
some mark of light’s line & term,

then, enfolded toward terms away to
become or other : held, herd, the peak.

Loafed, awry, below a moon away
& then moved. But sprayed into

the air & mouthed, sucked, her eye
before & said, then, and raised

again to hear some handle, is to
speak or fold, blue among the

senses, and pulsed among airs
they are, as won & plumb, after

these names, or made, light &
song, marked, the room, is,

told to spin, over these rings
or made, then, as some rose

sentencing, from, often or over,
eased out & sold, the roof.

Blue-orange and told, the day,
or roughed-out, spun along &

mode of, alarum of, the crept
& folded pleasures, marking at

these new airs, love’s clarity
for gathering seed to song, as.

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This regulation of distances, where ease
submits the poem to some newer scrutiny,

though not evasive, lessened toward its
actual resonances, included in these acts.

permission, thorough, lined, a word at:
yr cautions might admit, then,

so some penetration, act & song.
I will not talk about this, now.

At some well traveled distances.
the rooftops gleam woodenly,

or wet lines claim attention, at
musk & song, the fragile rooms

permit, lesion & air, or fathoms
of actual presence, and followed

toward your unhearing insistence
as one among specific words, to

pray out, line of : and sought,
he meant, where distinction is

hardly effacing, though pressed
through acts to see & blue

distances removed, or outer covers
and specific removals toward

what is uncovered, these put-on.
rhythm of, line of, the one moon

evading, life’s removals, to dust,
and loves continents at sea.

156

Spare, line. Mark & turn, thrust away
or way these, moved to & to, thus.

And listing, slide a move a mark away.
peel & turn, loaf a moon a meal is

and filled, these clouds have settled
through the air and spent, then, at

term & call. Call to turn, another
southern loop descends, drawn in

from some settling to where the air
resides, then, and terms the light

to spell or chime, booked out and
pictured, at a word, less, or

claimed, rocked throughout and
hard among single sentences,

clipped-out, roughed in, or filled.
Hold or clap. Where the air resides,

into these cool chatterings of the eye,
made a mark another, and then

fooled, aside as spoke, through the
light behaviors at stance & call.

coppered on to turning, roof a
moon to spin, love’s beginning

to be told, spoke, uttering of the
heart’s way, and held, storm

and moon, the wind wept, his
new ears wrinkling, then, & left.

157

Light’s life, the line, and moves, in
this eventual speaking, and termed,

anew, that persistence and favor are
met, throughout the same, away, ;and

turned, then along the line and told
at heart & song, then, love’s beginning,

or where we are, juncture & tone, the
rough airs sending-out, termed to

hold & speak, through the name of,
day of, times turning at light begun.

Thorough, a blue beginning : mark, the
term & sign, booked, then, registered

even in some failure of the eye to see,
yet there is something seen, even, in

what is felt, known, anew & spun,
to thrust forward in conclusions

made to hold, line & time, these are
the new terms, and met, then, at

rough joints of glue & wood, or a
simple day unwound from some

easy calculations of air & term :
there. the snows forbid, entry

of, seed sprouts to arrive at
lid and pool, remove, tell float.

begin & fold, speech to utter and
then regard, look, see, air to air.

158

Light these loops regained, you
passed through, ;medium of neglect,

spun by these travelings-through. Again,
hold, the day moves, loops toward recall

& term, where we are, then, along the
time of these particular lights, hard

among distances. Loop & mark, his
simple face with eyes aside, but

glanced-out, whaled, perfect. A new
removal entails some fragile

rhythms : yr light keeping the way,
and thorough specification is

also arrived. Out of what we are,
in some rejection of the blue

noises, again, simple, statute
& claim, we move throughout a

day of, night of growth and light,
love doubled out along the moon.

But hold, you are the same way, alert.
Mold. Loop of day regained, then, &

some recollection simple & termed
away, met, loaf of particular ice.

show, then, where some angular
shapes recall doubt’s redoubt,

or love’s eases cast alert & simple.
Wharf, doom, love’s new airs, are.

159

Light’s time arrives, thorough, mute, a
roughed hue of singular terms, précised,

the eloquent gestures forbid terminal song:
but if she leaves or stays, no matter, there

are others, and what one seeks, to mate, I’m
presence, not drama, and what subsides

then, is not sympathy but pressure, and
the emptiness of love’s name is beginning,

no nouns interfere, but yield, then, and a
fragile eloquence submits us toward

our others, business, or who we are in
some community of acts, seeker & song:

relief to thorough terms. Drift & spell.
you would relax and open your

legs to yourself, then, & plunge on in,
reef & claw, the rough airs decide,

and pool these open restrictions to some
continents. Cool-out, then, & leap to

the other shore, that what is spoke
is also thought, & long enough to

be sufficient, you know the rest,
attired, then, from simple claim

met, spun, woolen, a fringe of doubts,
and sullen, skipped, wrapped from

evening’s sensations, keep me well or
leave, and alone, the rest rests

160

Loop resigned, or told, heart upon the line,
and where there is nothing, then, substance

permits, omits, occludes, but heaves
through to hold, term & line, to light

alight these songs : spun, won, out to
these alert sentences who we are,

skipped a beat & beaten : held & slipped
up to leave the air aside & filled,

yr hand, seeded & sent, dream to
dream, then, but felt, slid, sent

from trip to scene, awry at storm
& toss, looped out & showered,

how the eye permits, pleasure &
song throughout the same isolation,

even among these airs; loop to mood,
and held, a rod to leaf away &

throw, thrust, strung out, leaped at
these hollow rooms we inhabit,

& rhythm doubled hand over hand,
jerked, rubbed, gloved by the eye’s

telling, but if she’s willing, perhaps,
too, she is empty, made so by

this gentleness of withdrawal, tenor &
claim, as one is made to be these

moments of life, might there be, too,
a play & room, air of, night of, love.

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161

Looped out, held back, firmed.
You might arrive yourself, & hold,

the blue airs unravel & stir, pulsed
up, your eyes are new, too, to

hold on & slip away ;& down, to
image these states, eye to eye, &

willing to permit these pleasures
of, terms of, lines of and remove.

Push, then, term to line & held.
a room permits, then, yields, as

color & term reminds outer of the
roofed pass, claim, effect & mood,

growth to line, her cool eye has
some energy. Sloop to cool, arise

the term, roof anew, remind you
have some acts to lease, farewell,

come in & stay, remove & hold; the
single elevations permit or raise,

then clear to yield, sailed, sheeped,
marked the rail & shape, at

sharped, graphed at shore-of
peel to room, love’s toppled.

162

Roped-out, pooled, the specific desig-
nates remove or peel, then term,

loop to sell, sail, elope to sentences.
scatter throughout & mark, often

among the room & skip, sell & firm, the
score of, line of, anterior profound, the

leap to skip, heart, aloof or told,
then mark to sell, sail, love’s eye

begun, termed, then, at score & set,
the shades belong or turn, prose,

red shapes red their rooms and sail
again their dogs or ropes also

begun there & there, looped, astir
her red heart bloomed but then

alone the day & ript-out, salt,
roam of light’s duties, lost at

song & term held aloof or wrapt
astir & sent, then, light’s blue

self and calm : we hold along the
way, roomed out & slippt, as

a worn and termed room becomes
again becomes, sail, sail, sail.

163

Day to arrive, leafed at the foot, seen,
journal of time’s remembrance, or old.

Your sleep might fit, but hold, to, to
open parts unwound, again, & blue

airs wept. We saw the eagle, even here,
heard his shrill & even tone, winged

out & called. Not today, though, but
sloops & centers, the sun’s mood of, her :

and see, too, how they hold, art of
line & grace, the trees speak, birds

of the earth’s feathering, yoked, pushed
around, then, the heart’s anchoring

in place or half among the distances,
pillowed into resonance, spoke to what

is firm & distant, seed begun, room
of the air’s beginning, light spent at

open doors, yr mouth receives, too, at
song & line, no manacle to doubt, a

simple resonance unwound, force to
air simplicity, fold enfold, air to life, a

breath away, and set; hawk or pin, the
roof is plain & empty, send the day, along.

164

Time’s name subsides to light, turns
to hold & send along, to be

these rooms & modes alarm &
call, speak, day becomes the

term & life of light’s beginning
along the long way out, and

held-to, term & song, then, & held,
roofed, spun, alarm & call, the

rough beginnings plunged & pusht.
your heart is also opening, &

looped throughout the same way
sending, then, & termed, to

push to hold, then name a
day is sent, turn & mark,

yield of, name of, sending
out to tell, then, here and

here, you are the same, and
spoke, then, throughout, or

told, then, into these rooms
to make, mark, spot & tone

to hear these lights are spoke
again, love’s name arrives.

165

Quantity, measure of light’s time;
loop, a day, arrived, to throw

& term, there, these ropes align
and turn, leaped through and

to below belong, as tell or told
in marks, shine and yield where

we move in terms alight from
some marks, there, as held to

move, lark and door, attend
enfold as fork and red a

rope is sent, spar or room, a
form, come to short bestowal,

whipped out and spun, the open
day is lit, or after, forms

of, term : heart the line, after
or told, then, and single sen-

tencing, or senses, then, where a
roof or time, light’s love

is raft & turn, blue occasioned:
lift as leap, the mouth begun,

climb or skip, but hold as spoke
from sense, rhyme of, grown.

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Roof to line, mouthed, a seed.
Eye & song, we are along

the line & loomed-out, hard
to these airs & terms, then,

and looped light, form to hold,

or spoke, as song and light’s
life, here, then, and moved.

floating, single, sent or perched,
a pool & sigh : the air resides

& cools, and in the ceremonies, a
preparation into life’s light

becoming, or there to there, as
spoke, the room decides, as

some beginning, hard upon the
line, driven down, the earth

of names, she hears, told, the
rough claims met, soaring

out, split up the center, as
some rooms are made &

set, the air of, term of, these
new times looped at seas:

your food, heart, blood & time.

167

Mark, time & line; the eye’s flame is
burst, but turned, too, to tell,

other and out, from some one
begun, as spoke, and told, then

at sign & line, air of the term and
gong, as line, then spun, these

orange marks, blue and gray they
are, and moved to this centering

of act and word where we spell
out from time or name, the

day’s own speech in things seen,
there, where some fragile eloquence

of life’s beginnings rings us out
from the air, or won, heard

at the heart’s blood split, then,
to make singleness a name

& not a state, a will and no
new act but seed and term,

will or spun, your liking in some
sentencing, held and rough’t

to blue and green, around,
eagle, spoon & loom, thus.

168

Carried between, paged, alert, the
rows are caught, interior this prise:

eye-scene, missed, cloud, affirm,
to lead the slow edge kept alert,

too, marked out inside align to hold,
but below, sloop of indigent wafer.

And moon along the rest, rests, subside
and call, among benign lumescence,

dived in and fell, a term asleep
or thrust throughout, a home, would.

Walls, light, stooped & caught,
at term and gong, your slips are

there, too, at mood & song is not
alone or only caught, to slips held

or spoke, poem at skid granito, too,
grainy, seeds covered with red

juice, mouthed, agape, long-scoring
pomegranate name of skills beguile.

Verb: tight to spear your cool lips
where some scrutiny (apparent) laps

longer lids of other often oozes name
of day’s light looped away often.

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Slips, a leaf a mark, attuned: leap.
Beside what is easy, assumed to

hold, or there, and stormed along, a
room or home, painted yellow walls,

and going: thirst astir and sent
to leave or mark, hold, terms to

stay and yield, this opening of the
way, line or mark, seen. Eventual

and simple, built into what is there
and sent, sentence, the room

and song, heaved out or sent, at
storm & stir, to eases left, or

modeled out along the time, room
and place, the single particle

of blue noises and some turning
out of time, held affirmed the

easy distances are unfound, but
leafed profound, storm, green

and green, but next to each other
as one by one they simplify, or

disappear, as I go by, some
stiffening of the spirit, love’s game

170

Made, a mode, mark : bell and
line, turned along to hold to

time’s beginning. This move is
made & spoke, but hear, the

heart’s line is met, weak, to
spin and hold, then, alert

to speak, will & term, made,
the way of, term of, line

and song, life’s beginning as
are told, then, heaved up to

meet these posts & horses, alone
even, and in the dark, to

be the man of wool, made
what he is in words begun

& heed, the heart’s way is
made to meet and hold,

to be these lines preceding,
all among its distances,

his thicket, burnt, as light’s
year is thought, then, at

climb & tomb, the way is true,
but held, firmed, floated out.

171

Day and time, made through
-out the same and turning, re

-turned again and spoke, it says
, thoughtfully. Light’s bells

are also new and met thus
and willingly, death’s turn

return of the year, and met
at the blood’s turning into

life, though turned against
its will, even, into sleep, or

some forgetting, then, of dream
and song. You are, then,

termed anew this day betimes
and thought into life by yr

own being to be the same way,
word and mood, turned along

the line and spoke, underway
or seen to be these things

of life’s own choosing: long
along the way, from light

to time as mood & claim, this
sun of days and nights.

172

Loops line aligned, or term of
spoke at set and yield, through

the air and sending between the
eyes, a spot, made along the

line to hear again some specific
sending-out where it lies-to

these simple notices: marked to
term throughout the same, and

sent : hold and speak, along to
hear, song and eye promote,

arrive, renewed among some air
and left, or inert to hearing,

and listen wherein along and
turned, then, to tell between,

and spoke, erect to send as
begun to time and set, at

stir and song, looped between,
sagged out and tense, heart

to ear, looped throughout and
heard, the groups and senses

or spilt, blood of the year turns
and turns, singing us out again.

173

two lives saved last night by
the fire: we drew the stars of

our fear away, and held to life’s
bright glow in our heart, and in

this way won over death’s close
entry, and the life we gained is also

new, and cherished, seed of, love’s
new beginning to be alone, and

where the fire helped us into this
truth & song, hope at the edges

of our naming, the life and seed
within the fire, how we are

two in one, this fear traversed,
and weak, too, from grieving,

needing food, the heart’s blood
restored by caring, and holding

in my arms my own life and
death, cold, on the ground, and

jumped, and won among our
lines, in some simple joy at the

specific power of specific places
love’s name unwound again.

174

It is met, this child of the spirit,
of the heart’s dying flown out

and into its bright hemisphere,
there on the mountain where

she lives, circumscribed and fired
at the center, and who we

are is known in this double-
dying we have made and

met : the hag rushed by and
you came back. Dark birds

flew away. Your second slide
was personal, you were tired.

You have given me my death,
not your own. And this

becoming of light to which we
are returned is life itself,

Made of food and bright
things for the eyes. We

are all eye and sung, &
seen as what we are,

and this specific song for
a specific child : the next fire is joy.

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Marked, away, and long this
specific loop returned, restored.

The time, so, or light and green,
but named, the ease of pasture,

and thrust along, or held, term
of insistence, sharp, aligned, home.

Your own naming persists, and
caution’s birthday celebrates a

new renewal. Sun or image of, &
met or made, term, alarm, mark.

Your own term went away, returned,
buried at the hill. Trees circled.

And food, here, returns the will to
its own firing. And burned, a

term of life, and full, or filled
sentences are left away, given

to utterance by the will to speech,
seeing, then, how we are moved,

alarum & call, mood of, time of,
recall to doubt, but holding

firm and jumped, alive & well,
flown, aside, loop to tell, hold.

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Moved, along the light’s turning, to
serve and sing, or, arisen out,

held to term away & hold, fly a
moon away and marked : hold, then

mark, your feet are sharp, woolen,
and pointed out, a face of gentle-

ness, or life, named out, small bird.
Another turning makes us out to

this life we are, orange red firing
in the heart’s time, or moved. To

be these days we are also, fly
and spin, a slow sending of

time in time, counted along the
line in these beginnings, or skips

away, no sleep, or regained, and
well, tied up, roomed out, these

singular rasps are also new, &
sheeped a line, or spent away,

to hold, time, lined beyond this
turning, where the face forces

well, and met, the same, or out
to some beginning, to fly and spin.

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this year turned out, tape to
loop to turn around, and out

to tell, dog and sail, and termed away
“red-orange island-husked formalities,”

and met, tape to loop, and out, or
outer, automatic, and too much

resigned, or, Christ taken away
to mass masked, or clumped to

spin away, or met anew, and made,
totem and song, or followed, then,

and made away, and to, too, total
and foreign, but made anew, this

seeing we are begun, and made.
So it comes and out, like

pleasure’s emptying of seed upon yr
hand, and in my own beginning,

the same, and let your tears
begin, a prelude, at least, where

contracts, at least are not made
or renewed, but begun, then,

among these transfers of light,
where ‘they have nothing in mind.’

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And one, begun, termed full, alive and
won, or opened, bird’s song and

seed, sung down and made alert,
uprised, moot or blue, blown-out, a

move to tell and speak, name, known,
then, to speak alert along; borne

to see in ashes won this dream
is crossed, the fire made properly,

but long down long & holde out,
or thorough, the time of its occur

-ring, halved or spun, its sequencing
and line, or where they wait for

imaging, roamed & flown, sound
along this specific edge, shown

throughout the same styled, overt:
music marked a drum is strung

& tuned, played by a child.
Turn, and having chosen, go

& having gone through, turn
return arise the history of

the seed messaged your hand
& tongue, sung, alert, begun.

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Mark, the day arrives, and soon,
claimed between some distancing,

termed along the line : alert. Hold
from these fragile colors, seen, a

registration of blue and green
leaves, or sentencing life to verbs.

Room. The lines permit, turn, the
reef subsides, and dust relieves

to life; or lighted, surround, permit,
held and sworn, worked-out and

sung, from establishing. Warped to
sailing, and formed, image, a

claim and thrust, but signed,
ahead, flown, the motives are

regained, but clipped, moved,
and term. Line along and

hold, there, time’s line lined &
spun, the leaves are made

green to edge and set, then,
as line and term, mark, set,

to blow these specific distances
out, at ocean’s call & moon.

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The term, line, elapsed to turn, and
hung throughout along, held & moved.

time of, line of, and moved along,
held, or left among the distances.

skim to leap, leaf, room & time,
recall to dust, side & line, way.

the moon. Or skips, but hold,
and call the time away, on.

Term, of, and ease, but leans
along and saw, mask, into

a particular dream, and rest
here, assumed or drawn, out

from distinction pressed, critical
to suppose and hang around the

edge. But carry through & say,
told or spoke, centered at a

new turning, or where we are.
And move, mood to line, spoke,

eased among, or heard, then, as
a lengthening of will, roofed.

Along the lone line. Way : edge.
spooned hard, or into, eagle, spoke.

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Well enough, and turned, through
the air and met, you are, and

here, but along the way, held.
The moon, sent, set, blue air.

Worthed, out, bird or small time,
rests, & heart, spun, out the

place, after & set : here, the
air moves, pealed or mark.

Forms, often the line to mark,
and sent to life by these

lights unwound, resist, calm
is moved these airs willing :

but scored along & waits to
hear some strong color, word,

or expects to room among the
others, shaded, the marks are

grown along and hastening a
loom or loop, association of

sounds, scale and motive along
my own singing, but heart,

a foam, sanded out & claimed,
or long along the way, out.

182

The line, moved, to hear & speak.
Shift to set and marks, hold.

The light bends, then, willingly
through shape and time, spent

toward motive, recall, regain, a
time alert to hold and grow:

but heart, the day’s anchor, is
hurt, or singed, or wood, or

green itself, and left away,
at ease and juncture, or claimed.

Mood elevation of dusk, sought
at least, a place to sit, and

seen, prey of the eye, loaf.
Lines are caught, lines are

met, the willing act portends,
but speak, air, to claim

attention, or warp along
the day begins, and met.

Hold, day, and grow among us:
loom the row with wool or

flux, and color yr eyes blue
or met or held, held, affirm.

183

But moved toward what is light,
or new, regained from quietude

or words, even, even & precise,
the other lines pretending or

lessened, or driven back to doubt:
anchor & tune, new rooms permit.

Often or other, and then return.
Outer or other, the new way

is laid open, only or new or
moved, bird and name, random

or motive, turned, swarmed,
opened, lighted. Left along,

mood & time, where they have
grown along silence, unpoetic.

But these days hold & speak:
they are they, unremitting and

imprecise : rain might clear the
air. Another slow descent to

meaning. Another rough texture
into pleasantries, and then

remiss or passion. Nouns.
These growing claims to light.

184

Edge to peak, or seen asleep, the
moon & triangle, hard & heard.

Looped among the airs away, a
pool streamed beside the way,

then spoke, or met : revised, met,
the fragile lines elongate, then

turn to send ascend the time is
long along, but skipped-out.

Mountain. But scale, to see the
size & hear, loop to line, term

of. Mark. Then hold to line & light,
or shaded, roped, met, among

some active distancing, voiced
or small or even smaller.

the blue noises creep throughout,
and move among the solitudes,

seem to be the things they are
and meet the air willingly, to

become some sentencing anew
and turned or slipped, but

gained regained the power of
moving, them, along the line.

185

Moved, at term, full & silent,
but thrust to life’s beginnings.

Line, to fall free & set, mark
of the air’s renewal & washed.

Heart, term of the light’s behaviors.
Noon, a box of airs and webs, at.

Loomed among these terms to
some rejoinder among-along,

and hard at color & time, the
new lines permit some destination,

then, and termed away, away,
to hold & sing, then, there are

some times remiss, but slow,
and hold, too much foregained,

and wait, the lines are new
and met, then, along the way.

Speak, then, at juncture & calm,
where we have passed through

these close terms & helped, or
spoke, ear & song, at the

world’s outer edge, new moved,
then, and held along time.

186

Mood among time to line the air.
You are, and turned-to, here,

a mark or light to come between
then, and hold throughout the same.

But tell, as spoke, to hear & send
the line along the way is said,

there, and turned again the same
in some time, met & spent, in.

the light, then, of some beginning
to be the same way sending-in.

hold, then speak, to say the time
is set & turning, then, in

some sentencing or term, a
moon or setting, around the

line outlined or told, to hear
the steps between these spaces

or elongations one in one, a
new post away or skipped,

then, in the air & trembling,
heart or eye the same, and

seen, along the line, term
and mark, claimed, set, done.

187

Spin and hold these lines are met.
Face or tell or seen between.

The new moon elongates, told,
there are some others along the way,

and held, sometimes, too close to
be the things they are, & turn.

Line. Mark. Term : hold and sing,
then, above her moving in & in,

but then, explosions from the night,
begun, at juncture and calm,

or where we are among these lives,
and touched, to quietude, fathom

and claim, or outer, recall
& claim, the fragile distances

are new & sung, outer & met,
resonance of the close time.

Heart marked along the terms
a sun is cleaned and set,

out along the rooms & scenes
from their own motives, held

or spoke, there are those wings
and shoals, blued-out & new.

188

Term & fortune, where they lie out
across the line, heard & seen, in

some beginning, anew, term and mark,
where they long along begin, then, here.

Turn return: the day is told, hold:
these loops regained, pole & tone,

the fragile distances yield, south,
a way to see the sun, begun,

at term & shine. Room and spun
the roof, and out along the way

as some line along the ridge &
heart. Firm or spent, then, asway,

from these lines as wrapt, scheme
of use to some fire, thought to

the rising of the heart or spoke,
to lease and sentence, roof &

shore, sanded, spun, eagle’s turn
return, and loop among the

openings, shore & gong, wave.
Or are you set, sent, said,

the rest regained, from where
you were and are, here.

189

And down the line, but met going
on, then, to some meeting, wherein

the time omits to pressure, holds, gives
and grieves, even, and met without

continuing the way, heart mounted
over or slung around, in no end

the same way sent the same way
out begun or flown through what

is spoke, even, sent or sentenced,
and life’s line out to hold & tell,

there, among the terms met
mark & fall, but arising, there,

from energy spent or spoke in
this light beginning to become

the same way sent & said, to
turn along the line and meet

the way is set or spoke this
opening of the heart and held

throughout the name and mark
as told or slipped aside, turn

& hold your own time moving
in & in, the line is met, along.

190

And down again, along the line
And listening, too, to what is

there to hear, thumping, as spoke
& wheel, heart-spoke and turn,

wheel & way, or loom & tine, to
forked purposes, or divided times,

the even spin of the eye’s light,
and around the turn, here, we

moved throughout these elongations
to the pace of life’s renewal,

in speech & sign, there, how the
way is set beside the line

and met, her heart heaved
& mine, too, mined or met,

there are these deliveries &
sighings, and run out, the

open door is open, and
all ways so & so: spin the

chart or chant the way a
way is turned along & long

to meet the eye, coming back
the same, met, seen, spoke.

191

Termed, aloft. The air spins, to
seem the same and yet be one:

there is some distinction to pass
across, then, and seem to see,

even. But heart the woods’ words
are named; image, tree, song

and drum, though not to alternate
but leave the way clear through

-out, and hold to time’s saying
thus and so, or paired to turning

in this brittle brilliance, then, &
sew the patches on, and yield,

throughout, told, the way is flown,
to eagle’s seeds, cast up

into her eye, the child begun
& left alone to grow outer

and out, then, at some new
juncture cast aloft & strewn

out, or told. Said, the new airs
tremble & shore, hold & spin, a

cast of terms, marked or moved,
and sleep, these dreams arise

192

Direction, pause, turn and hold,
there are these terms, met aloft.

Back-spin, out to tell the way
is set and made, or heard,

then, among the line’s permissions,
then, where we are here & here,

as some distinction evades &
closes in upon the way, of

line and term, spoke, the wheels
are molded, roomed, aloft, or

gained, then, at these rises of
tone or armed & teethed, a

rough alert alone, or skilled
and taut, for elongation

and musk, do you hear the
names we give to change?

But traveled out or told, at
sense and stir, at pool &

drum, and misses the term, a
full drawer, a slipped ear,

his days are full, eagled &
spun, flown, arrived & time.

193

Loomed peal, the sun’s own time,
or : rise, light and scene, to

spell the day out & outer, at
juncture & point, a room

to spin or turn : the air subsides
to move the way, or set, or

settle out the seeing, from
shades lingered and spent, to

leap among these terms, mark
and mood to the edges of time

where there are these remembrances
embraced through the song

of, line of, doubt’s behaviors,
recalled, beaked. The nose

is, color of, scaled into a
free term, these blue beginnings

are met or held, spoke among
the remainders, bird to sail,

folded in upon in, awaits.
Flush the roomy folder, hold

along the air among a way
to ease & term, along, held.

194

Moved to mark, spin, hold to term,
aloft, then made to move, ahead,

the way. But told or spoke,
at sense and realm, there are

life’s behaviors into seeing, and
thrust, at time beside these

airs removed or sent, but held
& lifted out sentenced into

these positions as they slide
around harmlessly, then, and

mood to mark, term to ship,
as rope & sling, not the

new airs receding but cap-
suled out, then wrapt, as

some light begins, seed & sung,
then, or there are some rooms

receding into white, the doors
on wheels, as we are, then,

windowed out, and cleared,
the mark, or termed, then,

up, air, at name & stance,
a birth a day is made to see.

195

Marked, line along. Hold, these
fragile airs are turned, termed

aloft and sudden, light’s turn
and song, or slow to hold &

tell, or spoke, the line & song:
thus, and hold, the way is

set, or spun. And out, then, among
these airs resembled toward

morning or moving, then, and held,
hard, the time of this telling,

then, there and met, or swung,
sudden to see and leap,

a new pull or shape and stance,
the open ocean sailing in

and sung, into this beginning
to be these airs removed

along the way and held, there,
firm affirm to see and tell,

then, or turned at pulled out,
from some forms regained,

or felled, leapt, flight, a
bird a term a way beheld.

196

And moves, mark along the time, to
light, or sentenced, there, at set

and stance, manned-out or lighted
through the step and pull of these

benign rooms and airs, or whited
at the shore, seen & named, out,

at these names of some beginning
to be the same, and then slipp’t.

at the line, and moved among, or
held. Store and song. Line-out.

:At the lift aloft of blue balloons,
the art subsides out, to hold or

scrape the rough terms met-out.
Relieve & spin, are you held or

heard, there are distinctions to
be met and named, or one

among the distances, prolonged
and then grown, the ridge is

furled, skipped through and then
left or loomed, then, at the

sewing roofed, a mouth, days:
eagle to sky, or light, spun.

197

Moved more among the time’s marks,
termed to tell, hold & spin along.

The light settles around yr head,
or turns to & holds, then, there

where we are set, or sentenced,
along the line & met, then,

at stance & pole, star to film,
and finished, a work a day

and set, start to edge at
these moods poled-in & swept,

out or outer, and dark, but
spent, spirit of the day, & held

there are no movies or alarums
into keeping spent the new

airs removed to seeing, and
held hard along the edge.

More to say, then, there, and
posted out into leaning, a

room or fence termed “door,”
and then filled out & spill,

the flaw peels thorough, &
birth, a day, eagle, to see.

198

Light’s line arrives, and told, to
say the heart’s time, or one, as

a telling, and spun, time-out of
these released, then, at a sense

& song, there, often and other, the
new tune or song, and which

is after, then, along the way of
these beginnings to be the same,

or pattern or name, even, the
fragile colors subside into morn

-ing, where these released nouns
(us, as) reside, clamor & gong,

participially pronounced, green
red, the name of orange, told,

the route and moon, move and
clear, air out and warm sen

-tences: collapse & room the day
your eagle senses eye to see

love’s open fragrance, at world
or plea, the stance required,

but good, then, being love’s
name, to fly this course of looms.

199

Line to term, save away, as
spoke or told, then, there,

at set and juncture, as mood
or loop, and told, among

these patterns, as some air
begins to say, a way is made

and moved, line, air, are to
tell and made, loop, hear,

the mode of and alarm, might
become a manner or set

of speaking, eye to loom &
heart of these peals of day,

and looped among, heart
eye & song, then, and made,

mark to term, then, aloft
and sudden, or term to

mark, air, are, wooden &
begun, the thoughts are not

simply there, an interplay of
song and time, and jumped

out, leaped out, the new
moon springs to life’s light.

200

Love is a madness from which some
Die into new becoming, where the

Center of the body’s behaviors breathe
The eye into its knowing of the

Heart. In some, it is the middle of
Life’s beginning, and in others never

Arrives, even after death’s silences
Mourn their quickness, but in being

One to love do we make that journey
Neither becoming the other, but merely

Dying into life and holding on to
These terms : mark, light, as spoke

To tell these airs removed along
Along, among the proprieties of
The air’s beginning to be new

And thus beheld to know the moon
in its triangulations, spoke, held,

affirm-firmed, out layered and
benign, lighted, framed, filmed,

even, and profuse, there, & spun,
air to loft aloft, and termed

anew, one, met, spun, sung
whole, arrived, met & turned.

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Time’s sense : aloft, the room, of
some distinctness, or perfect shapes.

Your ropes, there, a single loop, heaved
out, roofed-in another score,

at the range of some disturbance,
day declares, feeling my way, a

cool collapse is blackened thorough,
near to, spin to, formal pools are

marked aloft and sentenced
out these moods marked astir

or fed among airs regained to
split heavy or penetration as a

fold & tool. Moves among the distant
formalities, and harps to seal the

rough particulars as they below
to some angular moods, and

score below the heaved moon and
skips and then returns again

to romp along after the thinking
vocabulary and leaps to tense

to tense airs are new they are
left to come to sleep again.

202

And recall, fresh terms align to
these instructions, your acts wd

make the woman into some acts
and lines worth seeing. Score a

term again, to yield and open &
let me see your signs of life,

and spray these doors with light,
pleased and risen, bending over

to catch some seeds, and mouthed,
rised, the eyes are opened in

these tones of sensation, but are
turned then into the air’s pass

and claw, your own delicate
hands open the flaps of the

doorway and stroke the air &
pole, seed to stalk and rise

uprised your teeth are seeds
and songs inside the picture

of your laughter holding open
and carrying on, a mark

a line another way to hold
and come, into the sun, at.

203

And holds the way open to her
acting and giving these images

their sharpness by inclusion in
the forms of wit : among the

terms, a spool, and turned, then,
to being what we are, into and

set, throughout the mark, hold, I
would see you at this work

you do for my pleasure, and copy
it into space, for seeing what

is there, and left among these
pools of light we are like

some sensations of air, roomed
around and spent again, pool

to air and room to set again
and let, another roof declines.

Your legs, the, open and
greased, touched, spasmed

up the way you bounce and
laugh, give it some time

then, and learn to give it
gracefully, cunt and squat.

204

A squat, she loops, dignified
by electricity & turned down,

to vibrate this open end, out,
where some spasms coagulate,

and used, whole, some entry
into the queen’s own body

obdurate & profound, a
spasm, then, a pleasure

grown from this begun
at set & stir, you would

do this knowing, & touch
your cunt and give my
eye your pressure, heart

or heat, or thought, then,
reflected onto some open

-ing, and heard, you wait,
they might, for life’s

openings, fuck & suck, eye
to egg, the line’s renewal

or where the heart’s line begins
to be the same time of love’s

beginning here, heard, of other
oven offer, after, then, spot.

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Reef, a spell, then, and leaped along
to foam, the end’s ending, at

the room & call : you might begin
or ready these plain songs to

leave the way my own, opposed, at
ends open. I tell you this, and

have my own will to gain, at this
pleasure marked, a jerk of hands.

Or come, then, bounce your hips
and sing my song, I’ll see your

grave opened & fucked, there & thus,
a line made from your complicity.

Or call. One last word, then, yes
or no, & bridged, believed, groaned.

I’ll beat your ass off, enter stick
And thrust, seed your mouth

And grease your slots, have you
Dance over me, dressed, routine,

Named for the squat you are, a
Noodle of sleep, open your lets

And lie back, listen to my verse
And rub your spots, finger, tongue.

206

Referred, a schedule of acts, a
mark, touch & spell, your eyes

would have their blank reception
into will & song, to rise arise

from some line become, a way,
termed to shoal or foam, benign.

And term, thus I’ll tell you with
to come; splash, down the waves

of years, no loss. Or mask and drum,
the loop holds to shear & spin.

But listen, the blood sings, too, &
Words come into your heart, scored.

Read me full, the opening of your
body’s eye. Home, vibrating and

complete, cycled resigned aloof
but seen out, and well, dipped

and filled, you are these times.
And broken in to the tracings

of your hands. Guide the day
along and come again, raised,

bounced off the floor, eagle’s
squat : proper & tie, the door.

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Reefed, roofed. Slight moons forbid,
her heart weakens, it is good

to see defeat & hollow our yr eyes.
Three more or less to spell alight

And spoon, bent around yr face
These ways permit & lessen, too.

The proper disposal of hair, or fired,
heat, claim & gong, particle and

loom, the line sways out, to hold.
And there, then, blue noises elope,

a car portends possession, escapes
and roams, folds to total rises,

and emits emits and globes
along the room spin and hold,

the way permits, fathom & song,
pairs of words are also true

and where we run out, then we
are out, and where we are, we

are. Unhoped or bidden, lay it out
and leave, this new meeting

might be forever, and name
a name a gain, your own, spent.

208

Spun, to light, revive or spin, your
heart aloft & sudden, quickened

by these beginnings, lost among the sen
-tences of light, or heaved, heart, word

the way is clear, you know, toward a
rebuilding of the spirit where you

might become pure, less abstract, these
are not my nouns but lessons in

the language we have practiced, some
indistinctions removed to please the

song of even your inanimate lying
used by whomever observed some

small shape beetling along the road,
or fixed, the lungs of symmetry

where we fashioned noose & grave, &
even there, at winter’s pleasure, but

just to make certain, that when you
flee it is to same your life, to

keep some dreams of blood revived
and pertinent, though there are

no others in this unseemly seeming
but the repetitions of cause & name.

209

Looped among these shapes, a
fold or copied out like some

maintenance of airs blown to
color, blue, perhaps, or red &

orange mixed to light and from
light regained eye and eye a

mark from these reminders
then moved from here to here

and held along the day as
we are these rooms & chairs

we made, mode, alarum &
recall & where we turned from

day to day again watered &
loomed, a foam of rasps grown

from noun to scheme & there
seen as fill & straw sloped

smoked, cellular, strong, poem.
And in this air of pencils, a

day decides, feathered, table,
love’s name arrives, cause &

pool, leaved like animal green,
another jumping point, out.

210

Termed aloft away, your mouth
is on the shaft, alert, spoke, on.

And listen, held along these distant
songs, a loop among these posts

and hearts. And spin, told as some
air benign as rope or tone, to

heat the air & woolen throng as
some time removes to scene

and throng. Are you cold? Heave
out & come, thrice perhaps as

practice tells these rooms they
are along as space becomes

or leaves, then arrives, enters
spray & song from gray horses

painted strung roofed, a door.
Hold. Your own practice could

make you mine, eased about
and slipped out for rest

and somewhere then is anywhere.
but known along these friends,

you would, or did, and then
bounced out, or up, listen.

211

A stone, spent from form lodged
among the airs we are, thus

moved along the airs resounding, to
some terms moved among her terms

to see & hold, thrust, part and name,
you are also thrust apart this

and pounded out, leaped toward, &
“deluded by false enthusiasm,”

which means the music is cleared of
its energies, reduced and flat, tuned

off or modeled by this becoming
to be the same, roof & plane, then

bailed out, islanded, iced over
to mean or manner & set up

like a thought or like execution
and held, fleshed, tongue and

mood bounced out, or split
for pleasure’s messages, you

have your eyes shut, or new,
they are scheduled perhaps a

release of days & lights and
lighted too and moved, moved.

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Your heart, perhaps declines to
action but meets there the song

of the bells, and knows even when
time has made its stay permanent.

Well, you might have called, and I
was perhaps absent even to

myself, but here at home empty &
secure feeding myself with

resting. But here it is also the
light time of the year, and

there is no snow & out the window
is only out the window. Fragrance

of the new, harbored benign &
sought this wave retreating

not gone down, I am & sung
thereby where permission grants

its stay. Willing & profuse, a
line along among; disturbed

throughout the same way sung,
alone too and remiss in

that honoring the queen’s
own body, light in light, thus.

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Firmed but pushed along the
way of & term of the same,

or seen, sleep and recall of
rest and song but rise uprised

this flight of aims or sworn, a
line permits to follow, bodied.

Score and lime, would you last
These oars & twine to scoop:

There then allowed and set
To roam throughout & hold

The same leap to send among
or reef the call out & outer

a figure turns to say & says
then roll these ovens out

to spell and claim you are
among these foals charged

but spread to these turns
and loomed a spin, call:

there are distinctions cast to
love’s will, day of these new

colors, feet, the store, a move
and goes, then, into the day.

214

On top in back or over again.
you heard or did the same too

that held behind or from, we
are the same and made light

from the inside does not pretend
to be the source reflected but

origins of power are rocked &
spun and eagle drives it in

you gasp and hold then where
a mark is made from some

yelling for a name, eyes and
teeth are also closed but up

and lift to mark remark the
whole thing is made around

movement to push on through
a wall or ring; you would

come again I think and let
me enter up your ass as

I am led & seed your rough
tubes with light, a door is

made, roughed, muscled, &
opened, light, a crack, enter.

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Crossed, hence intense, hints &
looks briefly to the right & left,

or scans the field, attends to
what is there, & not described.

Loom to pear, affirm to these
marks thrust, name to name

we are, crossed over along the
long line out & turned to see

the rest & rests in within a
grace, propriety & song, and

in another month, then, splits
the act again, to ream her

plenties in spring’s own name
and no loose ends anywhere;

or seen the way is cleaned
out, particled, and moved to

hold ahold the ship, this
“unloaded boat” of which

it speaks, leaps out & holds
again, where life is real, &

“emotion counts more then ceremony,”
love’s life light life like love’s light.

216

Line to loop turn return my
heart’s way and hard upon

your trail, tailed out, &
opened into what you are,

told, to tell, at score & tone,
to loop arised surrounds &

term: a way, held or roped
among these lines, your own

shape, shored out & celebration,
to hold you up & drive it

down. The way, scheme. But
see, it loops into saying, you

are and met, term & song,
sung at holding, there, as

we lean between to slip
& turn, or yield, then, by

your hand or mine, left, I’ll
meet these diamonds by the

way, love’s light lingers out
& tells, spoke, at one & sung

time, driven out before the
day, your friend unpossessed.

217

Moved along this morning’s dream,
you are rubbed alert, spun.

and it is pleasure’s time to see
your joy unfold, open, release.

Come, then, and come again, we
are the same, here, given to

our purposes, relieved, marked
sent toward these meetings

by this will & line, moved to
hold time & time, but spent

to hold, at favor strung & peel,
loom among your ferns, a

herald, martial or long, &
in your own keeping, a lapse,

a furrow dug along & roomed,
there, to hold, line and time,

I dive you down, swim & sing
your own : name & name

again starred after a
gold one opened out to

see light alight cool raft
spun, passed alert the road.

218

At the crossing of the year you
would be welcome, greased &

fucked, laid out : and I am
glad you are absent & wish

you to remain. So. And have this
house be broken, but yet remain

then, friend, and lay it out too
in these solitudes of the sun.

and in there in, there-in, the same
way, met & marked, this term

begun at fold & song marked, then,
song toward some new beginning,

made and moved and marked to
these rattles known begun at

stir and sprinkle, the radio says,
and hold, behold, we are remem

-bered, along-along-among, my
title, perhaps, and replayed at

some subtle sentencing. I mean
flap your ears baby, I can dig

it, play with your mouth & I’ll
drive on in the back. Stuck.

219

Strung around, along-along-among,
day today, & strung out, hung out, &

her missing muscle, missive, missal, sub
-missive, this dream of rope & time

fetish & term, or a knot, made fast,
to tell, then, along, too & told.

there, spun & moved, mark & time, a
tune rewound. ;listen, beaten off,

you might admit to pressure, pool
and rhyme, molded : you are.

And distant absent, “neither yielded
nor firm…” affirmed neither than

met, along, then stroked together, at
the ass peeled away pushed in

and another letter flies away
from me, & flee, then, some cunt.

Get it in, then, vibrate & sleep.
I have the rope coiled on the door,

and it is yours, cunt, unwrapped &
slept. Split, then, seed, & open

out, outer, the figure of outward,
& bound, then, thong & tongue.

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Looped, strung, spring & tool, you
might remove this clot of terms.

name, air of these signs, decorous
and pool the day, hear no words,

then, and lie asleep & done. Foam.
Loop arise this turn return, eye

of & charged-in, filled in and
roomed; a picture, cleaned, claimed.

Yellow has the day, air of: climb.
push to gain, or clear the sheds to

loom arrive spun at thirst & claw,
or spilled out, filled over ascribe,

to reef the clean pairs, skipped
at foam & term, the girl reefs.

She sleeps again, up there, snowed
out, her hands willing, perhaps,

and greased up, recalled by duty
and death, perhaps, awaited,

to clear these rhymes & picture acts
as verbs named by choice, the Rope

will beat you off or down, and
in, then, where we wrestle out.

221

Chanced, rolled & taken out
to lunch and split across,

bread and butter & butter-in
the line & said, spoke, or

how it works, then, on your
knees and greased, cleaned,

to force or lead: You might
regain your favor & hear

a voice permit, to lead or
rope this road away to

score & term, oozed removed.
Well, we slide through a

term of knowing, words are
thrown about. I'll get you

down, I said, and rise to
sing these signs. Loafed,

noodle to air and reamed
at the heart's turn & split,

there, opened aswim stirs
to fold it back, covered, a

room a light another, &
light's game is also love.

222

Loop along this room returns to
see asleep begun then sprung

to life & seen again the same
way said or spoke, anew or

moved then, term & song, to
reef and climb these airs

as flight the spin of, song
of life's beginning, the same

way said, then, behold or ship
the moon is new, too, and full,

now, at the edge of time's pool,
reamed in to acts & messages

of green scores: Song or term
this moon belongs again to

some specific openings of light,
seeded into life, or cooled on

to these colors of speech, clue,
mark, spool of roofed play.

nets & skins, the words of love,
and your own holes, opened

by some single sun, outburst of
life's name, love's angle, in.

223

Loop & spin & in the clarity of
acts, another sign regains, &

turned out, alone, then, where the
pieces fell-to & slipped, they are

These presences of time's light, hand
along the way and in upon her

names, among some dreams and
sent, begun to spur & sharp the

edge: Scooped, benign, formal &
resigned, score deep & fallow, a

roof designed or split, love's touch
sinks, we are made to fly, then,

a designation of mood & shape,
I'll open you, looped, to foal

some rhyme, nor obstinate and
new cravings, inhabit the air

so slide a tune or time, there,
and wait await some loss

Is nothing new, the simplicity of
the age is partial, both bowls

broken, you might return & stay,
love's willing heart, cleansed.

224

Termed new, her face might be
long or wide, stalked, rolled over.

and slung sadly, side to sun, a
song or pool, there, sung to

some random generals, pooled out
from single forms begun astir.

Slip awake & do. Your head is
also full, knocked-out and met,

the eyes are, and pooled up, or
spun. Another room and careful.

but fold out and see, song &
sign, at ease to play it through,

song, line, ear the day, loop
to curl, love's angular dens

-ity, at air & wedge to heart,
love's rush & shore, but

hold, a day away & climbed
out or line, a cool foam

persists and fills her body,
floats the time to sending.

You are, I see, and open
to some hearing, word-word.

225

Term of, life of, full & trim,
or pooled toward light, from

some point at center & song,
to rise arise as food this eye

of seen things resounded outer
from some distance at the verge,

toward life's new friend, or name,
uttered at this darkness to

loom arrive and stay the same
and moods are made alive by

strength. Powered-out to sea-
set & rock-pound, leaf &

tune, the air holds throughout
revolved, vocabulary& time,

roped, at, force & term, the way
obtrudes, becomes, pulse & term,

the uneven vision of these roofs.
you are, this new becoming of

roots & peals. Grown out at last
to some lasting in of air

& time, return, these loops
resolve & close, again, stop.

226

Give, then, these energies their
play at hand, to send them

on their way, you would tell
her, then, what to do and

when, these ways unite us at
our glands, to permit some

seeing, trance & dance, that we
are also new and termed

to pleasure's knowing, and out
of darkness moved to hold

this time between her eyes
a spot, and driven down,

then, terminal of hot senses
rised throughout to spend

yr time & hold away these
rooms of doubt : time's own

lungs are stretched to green
distances, her hands are

also wet & colored by the
way : fold, fresh, an open

door, and wide, legs apart
and handy, shown, blown aside.

227

Remind of pleasure, passage to due
occasion of respect, the sight, bent

from loose belongs as peeled warps
to wedge in and hang the rest,

or fools are easy duties and the
way of pleasure toucht, self to

self, her charges laid behind, on
her knees before you, seen

like a penetrated pear and
roofed around by yelling, at

these simple domains of words
cast into the queen's own

body, she might return into
the ropes we have tied for

her belonging, kinked to tough
resolutions, a contract of

fantasies made from this elec
-tricity of the body's heart

and song, or pushed & strung,
out and outer, but inside, a

tube is seeded, light to light,
the earth, foaled, charged, now.

228

And turns returns this air
of red and yellow traveled

horse and rider, at your feet
this mood pretends the rose

is pieced and strewn between
her eyes, a spot and term

of begun days outshorn by
some review of airs and

tempos throughout between along
the day is also termed away

ahold, again. Below among
& shorn up, bestrid, swarm

of nouns these powers from
without are also new re-

gained again throughout besides
and heaved around, then,

at these airs stung to name
or moved, and alone, of course,

along, the way and met, a
course is made, then set, to

hold her blue distances away
and termed, thought, also, to.

229

Another call does not arrive the dream
into settling forth, but claims this

business of doubt & time, where only
these cycles permit vision & review

into their calm patterns. Milk this
stem; crawl woodenly through-

out these airs removed & term a
line throughout, hair and tone, a

greased slot to spur & turn, in-
side out the side way to begin,

or cool your palms to rub this
pole & drink my sap. Opened,

your ear subsides to heat and
foam, the stalk of corn is

ready, and our new ceremonies
of the body are dreamed

out to say, now, and come
fast, bounce your legs a

parting of your lips to fold
them back handily and slip

it in, wooden and strong, a
light seed, your fresh tubes.

230

Seen, slipped along your groove
a light touch surprised, then driven

in behind, atimes, recall: come, then,
between your sighs, into this

light, and hold the time away, a
simple term, that these styles of

release are storage : another power
fills the pools and claims the bed.

or are you that simple? Named
as far away these routines are

practiced, display and form, my
face between your legs. Loop.

Plant me in, and write another
letter, carry your own horn deep,

and give my eye your pleasure,
but name this voice either, me

or you, it makes no difference, to
play this loom without hair, shorn,

your cheeks are simpler than
you think, opened by some friend,

rodded out, peeled back. A mask
subsides to making, and made, worn.

231

We mark this term throughout,
the same, and how we see

each other, eye to eye, and now
begun to speak, yr story has

a kernel in it already, I would
lay it in your body, this spear

of long urgencies has some heat
formed along the terms are

full to speak, the firm is opened
into your body to heare some

telling out to out, and then
peal a day to speak, you

and you, my own heat
has these marks removed, &

any honest setting forth is
in this being clear about the

term, spoke to spoke, and painted.
But leave aloof to claim the

day our own, & skip the way
to some begetting, child &

child, cool, your day is, &
set, up to see, thrust, swirled.

232

And clear, too, in what is new
to be the same, and familiar,

thrust through claim & term, you
are, then, another eye, & seen,

but, friend, inhabit me, name to
name and pass on in to say

there is no scene, but bounded, heart
at edge & swimming, throughout,

and protected, or signed, then, at
the verge, stair, pool, into some

heat decides to play on your lines
fold at fold, and then yields

to meeting; rather than plunging
into someone, the specific person

might be seen, for uses claimed
certainly, and number one, clear,

through into seeming, or permit
to clear celebrations, and on

my time along-along-among and
eagle, the same, masked and

herded, where the lake lives, or
at the edge, it was you, and is.

233

We are opened, then, ahead behind,
or turned, salamander, head

and tail between her eyes, a
spot to tongue, if that's the

way, or held below the sea, some
sweeping back of arms, tressed.

yr voice would be quiet and me
my own, to pass this line and

turn the same way out, along
the line and met, your own

people, but slipped, a pear, wedge
and line, and then yielded,

perhaps, to stay the same
again, and slow slow, take

her easy, to give these cool
eyes some songs & sails and

lead them deeply into deepness
at the pool's term & turn

again, and then marked, the
desert, or secret, you might

be that, and opened, flapped
back, your lips, come on in.

234

Plane : flown, and throughout, to
spear limb to fork, and in

-side some grown forms, along
to speak, then at set and stir, I

hung a door, to sleep inside these
energies, then, and pool the air.

hear then how we make these airs
renew to fold aside the moon

is also termed to flow along &
term the map, mode, poem at

line & word, the flaps & pillows
drawn aside as fleshed &

marked : mountain & moon, you
are still still, and bounced at

these rooms your eyes are new
to watch my heart, or trust

a few to be themselves, motive,
your loops are charged out

and strung toward their own
parts. Blue bodies fathomed

toward steam, roped, spread
aside, opened. Body. Spear.

235

I imagine, then, the pleasures of
her return, rubbed myself into

her mouth, or gave it play at
evening. The old car leans on in

his driveway : loop to turn a term
is made and set. These ropes

of sense, and seen inside your
time, a place to seem to be the

same way sending, vibrating, tubed
a fleshy transmission in the

air, and scientific, out thrown
sperm of pleasure's air, a

pool of light begins the heart's
way of sending, and roofed, at

rain and song betimes this new
unhesitating thrust, claim to claim,

and you are, of course, imagining
the same, and, mountain flower,

Canada goose, television becomes
itself in gray residues of light,

but love's name is thorough, and
energy grows these seeds of life.

236

Time's term, aloft, pinned-out,
the wild bird flies, smaller

yet, & lower down, a man
digs in, contrary, flaps &

soars, a name, her eye tossed,
wave eye tosst, loop elapse,

her face masked by pleasure's
vacancy & perpetual re

-lease of tension, or urgency,
"present time" you called

it, or me, or us. And termed
along, and spoke, tempo of

utterance. Regard. The pool &
clime, bricks from Mexico, or

set-set, one against the other,
arched, I'd rather bow you

to, and pull my arrow in upon
in there is the flash of

light's bright beginning, set &
set, these : I saw yr face

there, lighted from within, and
made this charge resound upward.

237

Termed to loop, again, the land
landed, corn to your eye, and

bread, insertion and maze, told:
foreplay of the heart's mind, in

some multiplied relations, where
there is no confusion with the one,

or loop regained, rewind to spool a
thorn, you pick them up and

shuffle, foot to foot, she gave me
the chicken-foot & I told my name

story. But, squat, you might abide
in pleasure, if that is who you are,

and in these imaginings are there
overt acts, moved to prose, even,

on a day like this, or mixed, the
lines and times. Spurt these juices

daily, twice, and drink me, seed
yr tubes with light and

get your finer in, ringed, a
solitary muscle, one eye winked.

ravel-unravel, and in becoming
one act, art this story well

238

Moved, then, upward to tones remind.
you are, then, and holding-to

these dragons are permissive a
goal of warm terms. And embrace

them, sisters, all is worn around
the eyes, and love's gates are

warm, too, today, at cloud &
sink, who we are between

allowances, and driven skillfully
about, a delicate matter, you

two, and how to hold her
both ways again, both lose

and children scattered to
their posts and dreams. Well,

she might ride these waves
along the highway and roof

the moon, even, it is a break
-out of light, a truck low

rumbling toward love's name,
the room, and won, there,

the house decides to speak
and does, standing at the edge.

239

At the edge, again; she swims.
but swim around, even

into seeming porches, often
received, pooled, spent to

term. Swift or new, your
heat submits, sides new

airs resembled and thorough.
pooled, then, as light's

own signifying, line to line,
that there is a place, to

root & rest, revive the life
I made among my lessons.

dream, then, and roam
this highway home, at

fire & child returned along
and met, these types of

persons, masked by the day
or covered into being by

anything, and new, too,
begun or foamed. Line and

cone, the book is opened, a
learning of the marks & loops.

240

And I see, at dawn, that you
spread open, and play it up &

on, something to laugh at, this.
and here, alone, the way means

here & this, and no others,
they are they, and flown, I

saw them go along, reading a
personal dominion. Do your

daily duty. Hop this light plat
-form & slide your ropes aside.

no, nothing admits to pressure,
and the hot edge of spring

has slipped me by, at last;
no touch to images, images

do not touch, but slip away,
termed privately, at least,

and written for myself, a
meditative retirement, but

with crossed purposes, how can
I dig your ass, driving, the

way I am, downhill. Dream-
ing, anyway, that it might work.

241

Turn re:turn, at dawn, you could
ride me, half asleep, yr coming

bounces. Adrift, this slowness is a
stone, but rolled undreamed to

this fresh air of noon. And blown,
these eggs are packed away

and steamed body's large heart
and unremitting waves are close:

stir your juices by hand, astrid
the blue pole, heaved over

backwards and slipped aside,
your openings greased and

turned around, back to back.
but held, your heart's edges

are buttocks & the center of
willingness erect & hard,

pushed & stung, mirrored to
these shallow drifts of acts.

wait, then, recipients of losses &
possessors of solitude, a hard

string follows in & sprays yr
tubes, lighted, seeds are eggs.

242

Mouth's image, tongue, and open
the door to light beginning to

prosper, spread back and sung,
another newer bounce, if you've

learned yr time & practiced, see
-ing, each other over board & bed,

or swings her back & has her
get one off herself before coming

back to him, sees this elementary
display & jerks her off, turns

her around, drives in behind, but
lays these seeds down her

throat, sequence of song, tongue
of acts, and roomed, rhymed,

we are exhausted : I await your
new body, queen & prism, a

fresh-flesh cunt, and mine, too,
to watch & play, and loom re

-move this air of deepness, to
survive into beginning & pleasure.

sustained by the will to act, an
episode enactment, and soon, sausage!

243

Tightened rings, loosed to acts,
revoke & pool, release, calm.

mode to sleep, or your body's air
of healing, that you might like it

down behind this way of being the
same : practised some by other

seas, inert then pushed to life, a
new term to slip aside your

cheeks and in the tunnel, over
your shoulders, held by her

ears, a tight throat, bird like
the worm drums down & clears

the song again. Daily dues more
often to drive the day away,

and rested less than that to
push terminal & loop, eased

inside the moon is new you
are coming again, I know, the

rooms are ready, and no more
terms removed. A steady juice,

and flown, eagle to turn, reefed
pretty ass, and come on home, in.

244

Life's term of light regained, and
driven new to pool this lease of

time and memory: blown aside and
firm, the room glows uncertainly

or incomplete. Skipped blue airs and
revolve away to sound sound, or

skipped and pooled, a lease of light
to term or spell the way ahead

is new, too, and wrapt, skinned
and riven, but ample, full and

turned, out, into being one song
and line, body's light of particular

acts, one upon the other they are,
and the same, as father and

seed, as mother and egg, this
unity of forms subsides to air,

too, and returned, we are, to
the year's soil, and left

aside,: one heart's song become
these words are days again,

and told, the city of its fathers,
blood won and strong, aligned!

245

Looped to term & roomed around
aside & spun, moved through

-out the line; told & marked,
then, at fragile distances

to speak this rough terminal
of doubt released, or seeded

up your spine, inched in &
pushed, a hard tongue of

light. Speed, and time's remove,
then, at juncture's lawn of,

link of, eases down, her
throat, his muscle, dodge.

but opened out to dawn or
other, and then spooled, a

spot beside the road, and
jerk her off again, and

make this highway easy, or
eastern, a week away, and

roughed her cheeks aside,
pulled away to see her

rings of flesh opening: corn
this rope along your slots.

246

Called in from light begun or
termed anew, and learned-out

a fathom of pools & crevices
then, dived and clued, you

are, in some dying off of face
and name there is a becoming

and pressure : life's distances
recalled a drama and nest:

day at start and film, yr
blue bottom up & over, a

head of this summer and its
loose bananas, facsimile imprint.

floating on top of flying a
new eagle seen aflap to

storm this riding out of gloom.
you are, as set & stir, as

chose or drawn, and along the
way, yr heart, disarray or spoon,

and then loosed, toward and
houses, wattled, even, into

these openings in her body,
the eagle sees his sons arrive.

247

Termed aloft, or rising, day of
and particular, spun toward

the moon's resemblances of doubt,
then, and passion's claims are below.

strung out on love : energy from the
air transformed by time. Roof the

mark and spin aloft to see & claim
her as name & term to heal these

divisions of the heart, again, trance
and dance and drum. Sun to

lawn, you are, and left among
your sentences, at rain's beating

through of love's perpetual glow
of acts. Skipped-out, the throne

of bed and room is declined to
house and work, but built at

a verging of lines between her
eyes, a spot regained and love

at the moment throughout these
simple claims, where there are

none, and made, joy's dispersion
from rain begun at sun & word.

248

And seen, these airs promote to
stem & song arise, eyes, at

your close heart, yellowbud, firm
my wife, from your own north

is spoken : and loom to loop, you
are truly mine, now, and made at

this patience of seasons is not
harmed but leaped out, one to

one is also the same being in the
light of this beginning from the

darkness of the year of our lives
as some full air trembles our

time and intersection. Crossed, a
light ravels these mountings to

some slight distinction. Eyes;
they have burned at me more

than once, now, I have burned
them into this remembering who

I am, eagle, and another day
Yellowbud comes back soon

enough, as the silence of the
bridge falls back, then, us.

249

The same song, then, rising through
yr body's eye, or thrust to touch,

the way of eases permit to form
this loop lighted from the walls

to match this leap-leafed grown
of air and light, mooned around a

warm term aligned, by shape &
time's moving to & to, then, and

strange, to set away and hold,
sky of lines remove and set,

pool remote yr love begins to
sluice or wait, pushed, alert,

the room, too, glows away alive
remote to tell, and square,

away and driven, or held, at
the edge or seen, there, roofed

by cool pleasures at names are bent,
then, to meet your own fool,

in the garden's nests made clean,
and walled outside another day

is clearing out to skip throughout
another sleep awakes, driven, here.

Book VI

250

Stay, then, heart, at the center of
acts, and hold this way opened

and particular: Static airs cleanse
blue rooms away & mark yr voice

as spoke, one, and named, her time
is thrown open, too, as some light

begun and spread apart, the earth's
own name as word or pool, and

loomed among newer distances of
time and again the roof separates:

charged out, flung in, but held
to term & song, we are solid

and remaining where we are the
same way sending the others

away-alone, and waiting, then,
friend, for some returning of

these looms, erased but seen to
leap out-leaped the shore

of the season, flowered out into
the world we are already

looped around again the day
and then the day, measured, thus!

251

Eyes across the water, between
her eyes, a spot, wooden, entered.

and your time, overthrown, it is in
these attributes of self & song

we initiate to presence this term
begun again to hold, thrust, alert,

wave to wave aloft & sudden, &
water crossed toward some seldom

offers, then, to move throughout this
pole & climb at houses flung

her doors apart & risen, morning,
split the day away: You went

once too often and stayed too
long to last these hours are

made of single acts seen one to
one it does not matter, then,

poet, man or bird, father or seed,
we are still still and keeping the

sacred monuments open, horn & gong,
and do not argue, the rope &

poem will subside and then arrive,
to close the air and open the day.

252

Where, then, at the bridge, I
am not relaxed. Waiting to

ease myself into our life and
this error of wills, let them out

at last, and have us simpler,
unpretending, my heart, sometimes

this heat permits lesion & throng,
but plasters out woolen & new,

an unprofound sentencing of airs.
I love you. Then these wars

begin and hurt our joy. Let
us find our time, it is so good

between us, come down the road
and suck my cock again, give

us those long nights we dreamed
and were too shy for. Under

-scored by "family," left alone
wthout one; changed, I am, &

my own way, alone. We'll meet
half-way, then, and below the

moon your heart, meeting in our
being together, make us new.

253

Left alone, then, we imagine the rest.
go, then, at this sweep of hearts

and looms aloft yr eyes are here
and seen as life's own timing.

or alert, your spoon is handled,
mine necked-out, a chain around

these terms for acts; but do not
wait again to hope for newness.

the old submits and roams down
the alley, finger, in. Dance into

these rooms and spring the lay
of Friday's good and plenty from

between your legs, a spot and
flapped open, a hole, and

tubes are wet, my pole will
stream your heart aloft, shore

and parting, these waves crept
in rhythms of electricity, charged,

storage of life's crossroads, and
up the spine, pivotal bouncing of

hips and hands, music, music,
and spun, aloft, light, seen.

254

Day of, day before, eyes loom
across the court, and shine

alive the face between her
two eyes uncrossed and a

parting of waves tossed alert
this dream of being the same:

her hand is pleasure. Her eyes
are shining. Her knees are open.

seed this earth of time's own
name and spread yr way

into this one act of love's
beginning in the heart, light's

own meeting, and gentle, you
are yellowbud and sent, to

show this pass from mountains
sent alert become begin and

comes, unwrapt, into the
lighted shower, to come there,

too, as wept or held, returned,
symptom of morning smoke,

and sung, throat & tongue, to
see your eye belong & termed.

255

Hear, heart, how yellowbud approaches.
and where we are met, some radiance

from between our lines, the wild goose
draws near, and holds along the time.

meeting of green and yellow. Terms are
set, as grace permits progress to unfold.

and the way, then, even of our passion,
is to greater pleasures grown more

private, our functioning made dual
even to flight and vision, two in one.

and the mysteries of our bodies together,
where the seeds and juices fall to

love and light's new trembling, shy &
personal, it is this perfect marriage

we inhabit by our willingness, even, to
have been so mad and gentle, all

at once, confident of love's power to
win us over the fall we had to

make together. And for you, Yellowbud,
and for me, then, for us together have

I made these changes in myself forever
and waited here patiently for your eyes.

256

"I will be inside you tonight," phones.
Your dream came slowly upon me, upright.

thighs apart, you flow juices on me, eye
of your finger in the ring, pleasure

face, eagle's Yellowbud astride the pole
to get off and then get on, and on

we are, heart, pole of your flesh
she comes again, or in the car, to

see beside the stream, how she plays
her song & shows her eyes, you'll

read this, and further on, dressed
to be my pleasure, you'll know my

seeds, and have them, Yellowbud,
as your own, sons they are, to me.

put your finger in, and say my
name, ours, "Eagle," ah, and sing

these days we have before us, long
along the highway, smoke and oil

for our bodies, the music and seeing
the openings in the Queen's own

Body as my own, yes, you are,
inside me, and when you touch...

257

And termed, edge, upward, our
light time is constant, bodied forth.

your way, yellowbud, the heart belongs
and stays to hold. We are, then,

creatures of the time, and belong together,
stuck or uncoupled, but close by this

measuring of the changes we have
made to our very passion : decisions

have the weight of pleasure, too,
and lead us toward our house

and mountain, our two pools pledged,
apart no more, thrust toward

our choice, gentle one, of emptiness
together, and we are grown into

it, this peace of touching, song
and scene, at junctures thrust

again, the pole & stare, lake and
lake, the shore of the heart's

wandering tides unwrapped at last,
and last, you have your pleasure,

too, and it is mine, too, to have you
here, and mine, to be your man.

258

Yellowbud comes again. On the road
you could listen to the se words : you

can share my energy by giving me your
special pleasure. Should I give you

these street words? "Jerk off, will you?"
or shall the horse stand between us

as our signal, each to each, that
the jar is open, the lights are on

and you should do your work so
I can see this face of yours in

its smiling. Slow, now, heart, she hears
you, says yes. Surely these dark

priests have said their spells over
our love and made energy and

light out of our play, and in the
alchemy of our mysteries of the body

there are reports to make across
the bed. Horse and rider, how you

climb the pole and ride me. Dance,
Yellowbud, in our smoke and music,

shake your hips, wear our sausage
and give a shot of pleasure. Eat me.

259

Returned, you are, to these physical
mantrum, song bodied forth, by yr hands,

and lighted, my heart, from yellowbud's
flesh and touch, and again seen.

the boundaries of "tactful reserve," &
freaking-out, sleep, this two month

dialog with dark masters of death
and love. Enlarged, my capacities

for energy. And, heart, yr yellowbud
is now inside this zone of mail.

Zipped. "One pushes upward into an
empty city." The south of life,

the red telephone & rain. Grease.
our life has these edges, again,

and here you are, at the center
of our term, mark & pole, seed

and egg, the year turned out to
love, and made again, to hear the

doors flush open once again, open
yr flower, heart, the war is over

and this "meeting of green &
yellow" continues to grow its fruits.

260

Light's term, anew, regained. Loop re
-turned throughout the time's own

leaning; aligned, love's moves, particle
& song, & met thus, two in one, then.

heaved, toward love resembled, or met,
into moving, yellowbud's ears, mood.

or, left away recall center & act,
pool of & named, heart, the world,

as arc and at, the house is mud, too,
yr room is lofted on the center pole.

naked, at the sun, and standing up,
down here on the line, at the last

moment, it wd seem, creating this
order of happiness & by simply

standing up. Loop regained, snake tail
to teeth, season of renewal & trial.

and met, will, "to risk one's life"
in following. The book rules, too.

eye of your open flower, plumbed,
light, your tubes are seeded, in

these children mated, wived &
flown, eagles all, flown, the sky.

261

Pinnacle rewind, folded, flown at
the air and moved, again, toward

the rooms of light, particular and calm,
to name the air of day's songs are

new, too, at another juncture, heart
unknown boundary relieved and

termed, love's names decided, here
and marked out along the

sun remembered, loose or flown
through the day, high or peeled,

along the middle & stay the same,
your heart pretends, now, to hear

the way. Reefed-out, sled or pool.
love is no anchor, reeling firm to

rooms of air : or, heart, your
voices edge the day, spool and

mark remained at outer positions,
and formed around the light

begun anew. Remember, then, your
meditations. Control or pattern,

trial of new airs and not so
very new at all, loved, yellowbud.

262

Formed, along and turned, love's
airs recalled and new, but easy

how she leaps & holds, here, where
it is too close. But the house

waits to be built, and will, a
verb and noun, poled-out her

rear is entered, sprayed & left,
it is possible, then, to hear

light's seeding, a call for
practice. But hold, and no

uncertainty beckons off afar as
we hold to what is proper,

and spin aloft, storm and
toss this ripe pinnacle of

airs are new, or met, continues
to be the same. Your ears

subside and it is the body's
work to mellow-out these scenes

are viewed, reviewed and hold
assigned to firm the pole and

star, reef of, clarity, song &
term, marked, aloft, spun.

263

Or spared abroad, the way of the flesh
and heart of love's origins in the time

of plants. The air belongs, too, to the wind
and holds to term aloft, again, and

roomed alert to spell this breaking of
the horse, and how she sleeps the

day, dreamed, perhaps, yellowbud , into some
becoming, or leaving, even, but profuse,

or even as "the writing's better," does
that not also reflect the time and

place of the life underway at hand,
even, or lighted by yr candle,

and beaten down to the ground,
and alert to sacrifices & survivals

of the spirit. I do not know, but
hold along the edges to my will,

if there is a name proper to the
beating of these seas & shores inside

your rooms of pleasure. And white
walls, our house, subside to dreams

and down here at the end of things,
only love defeats these roaring waves.

264

Again, eyes across the water, we vanish
into our soil & spin rotating at the way.

or into your heart's pain you are alone
and met at this bridge and song, one.

No doubled outer other, and love's eye
stays alert and particular. Home to light.

the mud has softened our hearts, too, &
pushed this life along, both eyes the same.

and hold, yellowbud, grow your wings
fortunately, match the day, wife & dream.

uprised throughout death's delay, submit
these lives again, this love belongs to us

pulled among our hesitations, words to
meet the pain, but sung responding at

our tearing hearts, spun to green &
yellow, or met at the mountain's center

of detail. Loop regained, snaked, yr term
is full & borne, but goes throughout

life's fragile eloquence recalls white
beauty spilling from your being into

mine, our children grown & flown
and into this particular day, success!

265

Loop regained recalled from form
and term, alert yr flow of air

to skip this pool & claim, room of
light beginnings in the eyes,

told and spent, then, held affirm
to slip sleep rotating your love

is lime and particle, terms are
elapsed to send them home, a

new strain of cool loafs. But, heart,
words begin to leave and the way

is known, pushing leaf by leaf to
erode the day and carry time's

arrows arised at posts away the
house as built or roofed, some

white mud and air removed at
tables and their ways of cool

beginnings, attached like this moon
is made alive and well to hold

hold and move, young arts below,
and tight, more than that, along

your days are mine, too, and not
imagined where we are at work.

266

Termed aloft anew regained
to recall & time, day of colors

in some magnificence, or forgetting
eye to field this lesser density of

tone, and edge away yr favors are
pulled away, and organized for

ever at yr center, and white this
term of beauty, spilled, your being,

into my beginning, and called along,
you are, to verge this love to seed

and song. The sun emits pleasure
and holds the heart close and closer.

peel, light to, beginning of life's
fruitful claim, pointed, then, at grace

to see or seen, child of, son of,
my own, arrived inside my bodies,

or where we are caused, then, father
of light begun, and eagle crossed,

to heave other outer, and blue balloons
bright, thrust from the center of

monuments, this day revives some
tight trails, heart, yellowbud. Stem.

267

Loop regained, along-among, of
this light-to and held, the tree

is rooted, an eagle nested in its
brim & span. You are, then, and

spoke, this day and met, love's eye
tossed alert and thorough, inclined

by her blue waves, the height is
told, air upon air of light's calm

or destiny, and blown throughout a
terminal lasts, her mouth opened

and spoke, suns are crossed ascendant,
where particles resound outer and

outer, lapsed to moves her winter
song has flown me by and turned

these days inside-out, loafed, a
noodle, air. Past parts sent to loop

alert become your noon of airs at
the road bent from nestling

cushions, a meeting of green and
yellow, another change is buried

within this seed, of move and pain,
and your heart, yellowbud, is gone.

268

The day of my life, yellowbud,
and turned upside up, there

are these signs left everywhere, in
both our houses, that our love is

strong and practical, and only awaits
the movement of the man into a

sphere of tranquility and independence.
open, the book says, your mouth,

and eat this life alive, green and
yellow we are : love is no anchor

to the heart, yet, and we are
all alive and well : but in heal

-ing, flower, the heart should become
empty. Love's anchor is the empty

heart. Well, we're all waiting, these
limitations gall me, too. The slow

circuitry of life between us,
our traceries of light. And

read aloud, you were, last
night, given to the butterfly

dance. I read a few of the
worst, too. Loved, arise, top.

269

New airs profound and gentle, the horse
is riding through the waves. Her eyes

uncrossed throughout the same way
sending. In our events, heart, day to

day, I am reaching out for yellowbud
engrossed alive your heart's farewell,

and drawing these threads together, net.
or your voice along the wire road,

meeting me on the mountain, nested
in to resting for your preparation into

my world at last, even emptied of
love in your own flying out, spirit

and mood, collapsed at last to rest
regained and moved throughout the

same, we are crossed at destiny
these blue beginnings, arrive, heart,

out of disaster, in no hospital but the
mind and in no death but light's

opening of the way. Retrieve, then, at
loop and song, you are, learning the

difference between being together
or not. Eagle's made but once, heart.

270

Called around the air today, & quit
claiming on the past parts away.

but you called, too, crying in the
phone booth, butterfly, about house

and garden. "before completion," and
goes along the line outside out this

feeling around these sunny days for
the handles of the casket, and then

looping down mix & mix for an
eagle to fly along beside me

in this ear of soups, again, and
Spoke from side to side, or wheeled

around the corner. You speak. &
then the birds fly around my

ears again, a center of beginnings
unwrapt to seal these lines &

terms at last, contact, contract, a
spot, foal, between your hearts,

and hard on in to slip your lays
away and make the rest sting

and sing again, her hair turned out.
spool. Heart & song, moved, day of.

271

The course we take, away from another
gathering, not only solitude and turned

out. The road, butterfly, tingles with
the pressure of our lives mingled, and

difficulty should give way into our own
privacies. Holding on, heart, to what

is purely true, and the way is seen as
something clear, moved throughout, in love's

song made to vibrate. Will it pull together?
this excess of pushing gently. Wait, hold,

grow our skins along-among. Despair
resembles quiet, and our phone calls

might keep love open. I don't know.
but at the middle, here, we are

watching closely to what goes by, and
even now, where there is finally so

little to hope for, we are not letting
go, but closing our eyes and pressing

will to will at the happy ending. Well,

we might survive into what we
want, butterfly : light, song, love,

Unwound unseen beside the river turned.

272

And held, firm, among what is small,
today, enduring through these marks.

light, then, and no image of your body,
but the imprint of acts left inside,

and worked out, here, nothing is split
off, but, bird, a message about

flight, and love : and nestled, at these
feet & mountains, your mountain

thunders off & hears the time, a
mark among the plunging terms.

and turned along, to hold among
this lowly time at eye & hand, to

feed this body not alone, but
left like emptiness to build a

way along the threads, looped to
green and yellow moods, and

thrust cool to laps alert, held
Your blue bottom, stroked, entered.

but where there is making to be
weighed, listen, the advice you

get is meant well, but leaves
The heart aside. Heart, submit.

273

My eggs laid, scattered but not
spent away, in this storm & pool.

your light formed around the eyes,
way & song aloft these terms

looped along the airs resembled.
time, then, to cool these straws

and stone by stone, a love arise.
a life, too, bird, to pull to

-gether in our stillness, small
matters and the great man

seen, pool & stem, he stalks
yr game, and down the days,

this acid sea foams yr legs
are wings, butterfly, to flap

around my waist and hold
no dream at all, but walk

-ing dune & charm & line, pole
of new beginning, and at the

start, impossible, perhaps, but
this ease permits yr trailer.

eagle at his city, and moved
throughout and leap these clouds...

274

And seen, atop, of storm or line,
heart, yr term and song alive

and well, storage, emptying of
rage as spoken afar to leap

off, anew regains to bread & air.
and grounded, then, to sleep &

foal again, butterfly, as these
roads converge at some close

distance of seasons, as apart
we have some nests and lees.

you are, then, and that's enough,
to be some turn & straw.

buried out of sense. Mountain
and top, the line along

the way is changed, moved
and following the time, to

stand atop the gate, as
turtles do, in shifting an

entire set, ruled and perfect;
but said, again, this day

revives the dream, and work
too, we'll set these stones together.

275

Love the bone, butterfly, to take
care of your self, this final corner of

abstractions relieves to term and
your blue bottom, a pear of some

delicacy renewed to pool & line, I'll
make some balancing in the air

of our beginning, and begun, emerged
from death's cool shapes to see

and hold along the line, at airs
sent to speak out and outer,

but reduced at poles clipp't or
framed down the hill at tree

and moon to spin alert beheld,
this love is in & sung to claim

our space as moved, astir along
to spread out and hold and

clean your ears, I'll sing us in
-to white rooms again we've

passed the apprentice of darkness
and now we have the day to

make a line at love's heart &
door, at last, at one begun, to.

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Set out, then, into what is there:
pool, claim, mark, term, set.

aloft, the way is firm, endured
but along to make a place my

own moving, then to join the line
and eye, you are : spoke, at.

words set to the heart. Followed
day by day to ease the path to

another sureness, the same and
not identical, what we have

traded against the night, or
touched and found the light

at love's center. Bold or tuned
out, spear and room, you are

these names again to fold them
on and peel off. But there

it is, made to wait again for
the inevitable heart as said

to promise : at intersect, blue
and red again, and mixed

like mud walls, treed, nested,
move these airs to mark, on.

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Looped again, child of the way,
and left along these trails and

makes a mark from lines thrown, the
rye & listens, listens : the men

descend, separate, paths of life crossed
uncrossed, face of a blind man &

the man of powders, but a child to
seek another time, trods out into

the meadow a long look back, &
our terms regained again from

light these women hold the time, too,
and play it out throughout another

air is left to hear & tell these
stories, he did not hide his future

in this presence of festivals where
they have their books alert to

term or spell, the mouse in the bottle
the food shimmering through the cloth

and light white filmed at eye &
line. Song, then, butterfly, looped

regained & termed, foal at charge,
your heart has broken through again.

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Your face alert alive the bird
around our town has appeared.

free & true, between times away
and held out, we are alert

and moved throughout your heart
and holds the day alive to come

again retrieve to light the house
is slowly growing right to right

and love. Clothed in light before
our way to the mountain, &

waiting here to hear yr words
tonight, at pool & term, of

new airs resembled outer at
some sentencing, affirmed to

mood or mark & spent a day
is long enough transformed

from law to heart the same
rules at yr gentle ways

and arrive to make our life
draw around and hold. And

you, butterfly, to hear these lines
at love's permission. Loop regained.

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And in this, body, we are come
around to stop here, and rest.

our own stillness is the center of the
world, there is no other place.

I’ll come up the road one last time,
send myself home along the long way.

love's day begins here, heart, and
we'll make some houses ring with

love; but oh these days are too long,
and I've had enough forever.

let me have your face before
me all the time, your clean body

in my arms, I'll sing between
your legs, touch your shaved

places tenderly again and then
again because I love you.

Let's go on, then, babe, and
find a house, a piece of

ground to lie on together
and see my sons arrive

around us, sacred life we
live. Begin us, god, again.