"I'm searching to find,
just like The birds of prey
Tucked, somewhere between
the bottom and the inside."
Nail the drums down.
Behind the star, middle of Winter.
We must make our lives true. All that we have said, make that true as well.
Finds its abode and wreaks it's havoc. Their primitive reactor was a beehive-shaped pyramid of graphite bricks.
"Might as well play ship-sinking without the men."
(skull-sized blocks, piled
Into towers)
Halls of anxious thought and wearied brain
"Which color best
to hold this form?"
Circumscribing a cusp, forward and reverse convex.
Bisected from kin,
The left burnt, and the right cut
Mystery burned clear and the panorama is revealed
A level diagonal clean
& the other alone, in echo
On faith, gibbous declaration witness
Witnessed only by cavern or abyss
After the laser finishes
Roses
no longer devoid of color
As if you had begun your resurrection.
(as the articulation of "a space of possibility."
"What am I to do?!"
All smothered poisonous, glutted on refuse and detritus.
Hair in her eyes
Before such entropic vandalism
Upon every square inch (prediction)
Nevada and Russia both leave their signature, cleavage autograph,
"Some of them are too good to be true. The rest are like shipwrecks on a beach.")
They who still dreamed for the future presented
Their ideas in regard to
Point to line to plane to body (three dimensions now)
& the formation of clouds
What is above and has ascended, in possession of
That which will descend or be reabsorbed
Were met with insult and an assault of possessions, material and objects wanted more for the harm it may cause them an less for continued ownership
Their planet was saved. Everyone was attentive.
That way, even in times of plenty and great feast.
Clear cut the dignity, right now, let go, nothing.
Mercy because we can't regret...
If you want to clean it you must put it in the ocean
Next (vitriol & Fury!)
After all has ended, the better to see, the better to be seen...
He convinces her to attend
The events at the Coliseum, by telling her of the multitudes
Thousands upon thousands, and an additional thousand in secret
"So listen to me, it's going to be a terrific game."
Half are home and half are away.
"are all, finally, in pursuit of beauty: that formal integrity which gives homage to the dream of meaning..."
Marrying a ghost to its shadow
then placing an egg in the center
No visible trace of us remains, even our wounds that won't close.
And a ring around that
a hoop
Crossing at an overlong interval
(A butcher standing in a church
Red-rimmed, predatory, faulted), very serious
Because of this he had lain in the dirt of the streets, through the night,
Wounded many times
In the dark rss and cold of that night while the dogs were nourished with the drinking of his blood
Opaque black of eyes...
An atavistic state now returned to them
Twilight of responsibility; distance and respect, added details.
Bivouac en route, the night or two
In the blackness overhead, horses' hooves, serious women sing their song and their song only,
Lights strung overhead
The reach of the celestial hunter extends
