Out Into the Geometry

out into the geometry
so far from
the original residue, no residue remaining
which alone — until time re-enters,
Was what was making things possible again.
What it was which did break
must have been what she
when it broke all had to be begun again.
Any change, any new chance, had to be toward Earth
not, not across.
Inside of the world she says.
Narrator: we're coming to get you.

the sky a silver dissonance
the sun is silent
All the Earth (&, for that matter, as far as that goes, the whole universe, entire) necessary for a feather to fall, a falling (fastest flight, the way a falcon captures prey)
also an escape, definitely jumping
this antiquated too much nostalgia rush?
bringing sugar to the mother,& returning from with

"the plot is spoiled"
"They were inside my heart for twelve hours."
he should be embarrassed, well beyond that, might doze off or drop dead mid-sentence.
the chandelier, buried. the scrap metal, beneath the arbor, intended for an insulting boundary.
colors' locations confused and forgotten. unable to cross the span of the house, when does he expects to be able to, and leaving soon, retreating in quantity and quality, the always untenable cost.
preference or history or accident (bringing to)
ramifies beyond the scope of any prediction.
(enjoining this condition upon the future by a simple "therefore")

contrapuntal anthems and manifestos  to the
attack of the mile high psychotic star ship, spectacular intergalactic battles, industrial conquistadors who would claim our future as their colony, tyrant that is saved from the necessity of killing bearers of bad news because it lives at the center of a maze in which bearers of bad news are lost before they can arrive.
Anthemanifestos continue to be necessary,
They tell me you can judge a man by his enemies
They are the sworn enemies of a hero that doesn't even exist yet.
tell me what you've found and be patient.
no idea the price
make them monumental too, more still ecological
(comprehending a ground, looking vastly around and far ahead)

beware the wrath of apocalypse,
zero or degree  & infinity
tattoo, right and left shoulder, respectively.
plus classic mom. heroic effort
if (every day) a couple more hours
then this also, this also, this also...
to indicate the beginning of another idea, Shelter
(also meta-architecture
the small cursive structures,
or crystalline, crystallography, of course,
The cave
it could have been the lair of an animal,
or a beast, comes near to taste ambrosia or nectar, incomprehensible therefore voiceless,
by themselves, in a far off place, they'll never speak his name again.
won't be able to...

if the Sun is so strong
... in what shall continue, increasingly, to be of interest, to both
(primordial...and so consequent
no matter what )
possible and useful
we move in the widest possible anywhere ( narrative,
if
any thing said could
move this an inch or two,
(I would scream it as loudly as I could forever, until voice gone)
gravity,
The sky lay on the still water, flat, and subtle undulation
the wind is pushing the clouds along, and us,
the eyes; desert, or smelling of the sound of rain
the songs she wished to live

the last moments of a memory, witness caught in the thorns of just above the ground, everyone watching and with their stealth moves, tying ribbons around, wrapping banners around, everyone screaming, a point in a very long black field, like clear water in a pool painted black.
then smashed into the road, as a puddle, long bent water gleaming in after wet weather, veil of negative ions between, until wind lifts the feathers the wing, a hanging lake of black
and the brains smashed so completely into the asphalt, so well that they can't be lifted, thus must remain, All of the feathers are gathered
though, placed beneath and beneath for mourning, everyone a screaming, some advice; learn to fly, one bird, two eyes...
purple rain, starscape, bizarre mystery cube,
Mother Nature? Devil's delight,
Barking clouds, generous with his compliments, in the days before, behind the waterfall

Usufruct,
all the firmament
all the universe turning, spinning (again & again, eternal) so as to
combine, the definitive relationships are interdependent (amongst plus between plus within  and within)
future and or destiny in a shallow unquiet grave.
Vacation or crisis, not yet sensitive enough
a gully washes through, the berm and then the hill, following the ditch
a hawk on course toward the scree... acres described
now the Orchard
clean fruit
the fruit gains more sugar in time
the air is subtly cooler, barely, because it is moving
a field perpetually on the edge of chaos
chess on the hill ("on the mountaintop") during the revolution
either way it is the end of both, trivial

Classically unexpected / should have known
I remember anatomy, an unexpected turn,
participating in the exploration of what was previously unknown, the prosaic ground,
(parallel history never written to the end)
Never hide yourself unless concealment is complete.
deep in landscape and always sinking further back, always at the point of being lost (passionate agility of the living)

she is beneath the piano, on her back, laying
and she hits the hard black underbelly three times.
...next lunar impact
Everyone else is already outside (having ever entered?) carrying out the operation in full daylight
the final image
of the muse
shaking out her long hair
at the window
just above the fertile dirt

talk to yourself
look at the view
run around naked

no. 1
yearnings for height and depth meet and merge.
agile magnetism of the flower, the dream of union is born in the image of a new seed.
fruit of long experience
subtle distinct shifts
differences in + of scale

Nothing in the castle
(building someone else's tower.
& the center(s) of the universe)
"They arrived one after the other in succession..."
they so far unknowing, yet an
introduction to what awaits us in the future.
"Let us take the last 25 years, just a quarter century — and recall what conquests in the sphere of human technology have been accomplished before our eyes — ..."
Even if you meditate on those far-off days when the sun will cease to shine and all forms of life die out upon the Earth, nevertheless there is still plenty of time before us.
"ancillary or destiny
it is my fate"
(what we wish while waiting)
revving up the engine

no. 2
everything electric and / or motorized is expendable
capillary action, how far ? an inch and a half or four and one half centimeters
share the whole feast between them, feet first, head first
seconds, moments, same...
if we could meet, on many mornings
see her there
example;
afterthought (as if the outcome could be other)

no one had thought of this before then, anything so bad, now we know they have

watching the traffic, even unto autumn,
another, larger animal's full set of teeth, within my mouth, and an entirely new diet. you must find your niche.
more than 30 years since then
and I still don't know
if it is all my fault...
that I had no way of knowing
permanence (and affect )
final always, "it will be the only one..."
The above is not fiction.

they eat flowers for dada weatherman

they eat flowers
with their tongues
and bend their backs
lateblooming wildflower,
raging, instability of after harvest,
the song of the women (present) is to invite you

"I know someone who can."
laugh, new neon colors
drinking the fruit, eating the fruit, smashing the fruit all over my face,
walking the streets this way, at the usual time, or much later
in the wet weather past

(nature is the emotional thermometer outside the window)
the mysterious female is the valley from which the world has emerged,
turning over in measure
just put them in, seeds and all
foreign rotation, the beginning anyway( is the end)
the flame returns
a horde, fed to satiation, with the feeling, no matter how much

maybe it's fire that spreads climbing the hill, its belly,
"something that she said," she says (sweating)
at the top of the hill, subtly pointed horizon, the original there...
you always pass in front of me, so I burn for you

cut not softened, possibility of scarring.
fiction (friction)
We construct abandoned bridges.
strings attaching
to make a net, broken-faced resents, doesn't like what he's catching. his ocean is only filled with
what he put there, repopulating another gulf eventually, & some of this is genetic materials

a sword stabbed (embedded) into the ground, perhaps to grow green leaves of happiness

bisected difficulty in covering withmetal
challenges of, a skin ofmetal
wall removed, floor removed
corresponding spectacularly with a vanishing point;
no possible center,
not opposites / differences or degrees, temperature
storm approaches, only from the left, throwing it far, when the news is received
but these things these things are told like a mystery

glossolalic ambidexter, fictive
edited ... deadly duels and dark deceptions,
murmur (more a whisper) radius
latent

flower unfolded itself
wider spreads fire
(violet periphery)
in the dark-blue night, above the treeline, remembered other dreams
Out in the rain, thunder holds a grudge (he in his interior speed)

my gaze surviving
& the beast, still...
red-skinned and shitting from his mouth, this time
each finger a forked tongue
entering upon sudden understanding
making himself aware of such difficulties. a boulder crashing down singularly and suddenly , again & again (and him under...)
we do not feel as we want any longer, we can feel what we are
in these still apparently holy surroundings
the demolition can occur in the hearing of...

concatenation, encephalograph
temporal impossibility paradise
impossible to make spelling mistakes, one decade before the millennium
do not dare, I say god be damned shut that right the fuck down right now, directly
I will not let you
that was always a bad idea, a pox
memory of water hypothesis
"looking out the windows, peering out the venetian blinds" he

we approach the present, toward recognition
older, younger, anything, music unheard.
a (space)ship adrift, for how long
recollection of navigation
Perfect example of where we should have been, attempting to get lost
deep within

in a hollow of the space that spreads,
stark gestures, the strength of edges (larilla)
and my body is the surrounded space
reversible in the reflection of a shadow, "My eyes threw themselves all over, piercing seeing and sleeping."
(ellipses, passage between)

approximate and unharmonic colors
strafing
punishing center, incendiary devices
nice as well
to live in a cave alone, drinking your tears

napalm on wildflowers,
as far as I know
thriving in a warm environment, warm and wet,
tear-stained from beneath,
Dividing the grass in search of the snake
marginal daydream

a star in an eggshell, or; an egg with the flesh of a star
once stained, remains stained...
even when discarded, audio artifacts, two kinds of information at once is imagination and the imaginal,
every single calorie (necessary heat) and the star measured thusly