Milky Way standing upright
Under Heaven
Underground
(piercing through to another sky)
a way to measure my height
a gemstone concealed beneath the hem, behind the eyes
A few days later it was announced by the herald that
This was so long before now
A now previous to this one, these ones
the Earth with Antarctica facing us
running in a rising sea of dust, as the days warmed, as they continue to
(Her eyes were warm and wet and there was no fear in them)
He may be the active Bear
(Wicked sweet million)
I must remain in the hole
"Would you be willing to act the bear for me?"
(Whispering all he intended to do, announcing his intentions.)
"I stand waiting for I know not what."
Passed to her with both hands, ceremonially.
Threnody for monsters,
all wearing terrible masks
In hindsight, with hindsight
Children eating precious metals
On some conspicuous plain
Consequences of a gravity not excluding bloodshed
courageous young musicians
Thunderer
geometrical, abstract
Buttresses all along the outer walls
Hawk soars far above, the small orchestra rehearsing beneath filigree of paper crepe
I cannot describe just how I was attired or painted
walk off with my eyes on the ground to a new vantage point
Kept looking, even after
"He can see beyond the horizon."
making a dramatic entry
(The theater or the ballet;
Cannon) legs outstretched
Arc forward and arc back, every arc convex, she herself, full-length
Round shape of breath around curved glass
(...beauty yet remains in intimate situations)
"Anyway, she says that I will change my mind."
"About here or her?"
"About everything..."
Movies shown in a building where moths endlessly dove headlong into the screen, wherever brightest
Glint of an eye or starkly illuminated cheekbone (Summer thunderheads)
The air( & space) between two pieces of paper, silk or velvet
out of orbit
when it hits the ground
the damage it could do
(away & into)
“I don’t see the sense in stampeding into a course of action we may all regret.”
every train driven off the cliff, we removed the bridge
or into the river, or into the sea
or we redirected the tracks to lead into the ocean
drive them all at full speed, fill them to the brim with people
& all that is lost, & all that is lost
Lost
the wheat rots, is rotten, or the mice get into it, or the weevils (can still be eaten, has been, we were poor and it was pancakes and the butter and syrup made them delicious and mom made them special) or it gets wet, someone spills something on it
water or whatever they’re drinking, and it’s no good after it gets wet
the measurements are all off and it can’t be kept long
Lock the door, no apologies
the blue boy screamed, “There’s no bread in the breadbox!”
God-damn history, all the sugar comes from slaves anyway
“Whose mess is this?!”
need to get my shit together
(a great mind)
absolutely; a precise position, if it is within a frame
Rare earth element
When the heat of my mind
was enough to keep us warm
beneath the clear sky,
melted gems
What are the roots that hold?
(can’t even remember the word to be kept) no longer
No matter the cost?
No matter the cost.
like some ancient god
time-displaced regeneration device from an apocalyptic future
people are hearing,
ask me for help, don’t go to the doctor
you grew it all out
you grew all out, came into it, gripping me
so tight held in the museum
both hands holding, we were going to part, for some time
not by any real choice, merely necessary,
with all my hair on top of your head, on top of your hair, you grew it all out
look hard for a reason
mated for life, Spring opens the game
we surround the whole thing with flowers, the whole continent.
tiger tongue, tiger tongue,
see her reflected in his glasses,
golden bird lands in the middle of a bouquet
