heretofore
Went through butterfly swarms
Cantilevered in the midst
Many horses in the procession
Heart so loud, heart beyond
Necessity vs. Morality/Ethics
Myth vs. Fiction
Through the gates of the castle
Before the Earth was covered
With the bodies & the gods
Before us
Messages, beautiful ladies
Dark corners cast aside
In many kinds of concrete and plaster, resin (amber, obsidian, cubic-zirconia)
The eye of an echo, lost polarity
A vengeance willed this first drama
"there are many exits; or, there are no exits."
"Yesterday will be better."
A nail(needle) points to the base of a tower
The animals of the spirit
Included in the curiosity and intrigue
Special existential
internal apocalyptic visions
"...haunting, sad, yet lovely..."
Hitting two rocks together as hard as possible
Stones
One which seems to take place nowhere
The rocks don't need her memory
Don't need his or him
Rugged spreading form
the range and field, held
Traveled, even upside down
From this end to that end, upon
Therefrom
"...they were in fact deeply romantic spaces in which utopian ideals of community could take naive refuge in a savage, war-torn, leaderless world."
Each of these secret dens was also the entrance to the abyss
Moist galaxy
Expanding into a deafening pale abstraction
(orders clash with one another)
Blind paths, secret passages, lost cities, heavy trapdoors invade our perception
(our shared senses)
Scarlet
Ambulance
we scan the mirror for the Gods and find only ourselves
Symmetrical elements in an asymmetrical situation
The wrong day
An animal has just been born.
Not successfully meaningful
Nor meaningfully successful
"...but somehow the monster, Reality, has missed the point and advances still."
"This is not supposed to be here."
The American Moon (in progress)
caves
Toward events,
"Pleasant surprise that the possibilities of realization could not be foreseen."
Having breathed all of their water & gas, at every level, period.
Patternless preamble
Animal skin, fur-covered (out of a horror of being...)
restless and dramatic play
Of contradictory forms
(She hid her face behind the umbrella, secretly surrealist)
The eye is such a simple planet
One must have vigilance
Hollow volumes, dark matter
There are no messages in these vestiges
Unusually bell-shaped
"that it exists or what it is?"
(another her with face concealed
From musk? weeds? urine? sweat? skunk?)
"I sleep with 13 dead cats."
"I could never talk with you about reality."
an ever-deepening background,
is held together by the square
Personal archeology
Intuitive geometry
Nature has no morality, only necessity.
The hidden animal journeys through yellow Summer
When the day is hush and bows to black night
"I sing you, wild dream!
In the night-storm
Through the mountain range
In the ravaging filth of the grey towers, cannibals with hellish grimaces
Hunting for gods
The fire blazes and roars golden
She rings the bell in the valley
