shadows advancing... for gh

shadows advancing from the Rocky Mountains
...despite being fateful agents
lower portions painted
Well before the snowfall (their curves are glazed), with (the most beautiful, elaborate, intricate, ornate) frost
from so close up
to discover its totality, and the new arrangements of its mass

the barking dogs introduce the possibility of awakening
Fourteen identical gods, moving outward in the fourteen directions.
from the center remaining there as they continue

topped by long poles
which ended
in waving black flags
atop an ancient musical instrument
superimposed onto a vessel/ship made of stone

penance of forever darkened
"...then you can get both, or pulled apart."
can't completely overcome the worry, phantom talons
Grand Owl's habitat

"Any mistake I ever made was an accident. Every mistake I ever make is an accident. Every mistake I ever make will be an accident."
she had a pretty beard
her first scream (remains, still) the white-hot blade of a lightning bolt right in front of the eyes of all the birds in the woods.
"It really hurts and it never stops."

on again the night before,
hail, heavy rain rings all metal as a bell, home is right behind

teeth all green, all red, all white
all this milk. one in red, singing song of the day's measure
one in black, mostly, singing in the dark history of the night, if we are right here

becoming feverish
Blood faded by the sun from red to gold
gradient through and including fruit colors, faced with such a spectacle

"Her belly is the whole harvest,
her torso bursts into fireworks from her arched back, (modeled on a swallow's two wings)
sing and float perfumes...Her hair"

subtle terrain,
black dome (of night)
From some earlier point
two points nearer one another
subtly from the scale of themselves
and dramatic from the scale of the surface of said sphere
from here the reach of the celestial hunter extends,
This Arrow
on the Painter's imaginary window
which opened up endlessly repeating vistas, baffling at first glance

whose large flowers fascinated her
on waking
there's a star that quivers
and then immediately and ferociously avoids all that seeks
hunger for the love that she lusts for, knowing each aspiration

...looking as though the flame has swept over all of them...
(Orange)
the word symphony has been used
it will always remain essential to an emotional appreciation of the monument

many animals caught in the same net at the same time; birds and fish and ...
an unknown light
curious contrasts, antiquarian research, in high snowy mountains  (tar, lava, chalk, larva)
umbrella spire and inner axis

snails gorging themselves on fruit
Hares & bells
"I don't know why I feel this way.
Is that okay?"
one must discover its causes
pointing the finger
an advertisement?
inadvertent cacophonies,
impossible to recognize, the emotion one would imagine such news would evoke
Reaction on the scale of the event, vague and increasing with time
the uproar mounting with an abundance of contortions, in the corners

held between what we should and what we will
When the wind blows uphill
an the river flows down hill, rapidly
what profane interpretation confines itself to, after all.

"don't move"
branch bears their weight, graciously stripped of the more delicate foliage, twigs and this years growth
reaching low and long, bowed by being pulled to the ground

Lost Dogs (for Gashound)

gashound.blogspot.com

I.

boon of claws

for the guard

guardian of the basement

thoroughly cleaned, on hands and knees

swept, covered in white

“bring the horses in!”

across the bridge

then burn it”

(walking the miles back into the hills)

Stare now in amaze

Count slowly: one, two, three!

Raucously vital, incessant banter

Breast sweat (nipple)

"In Rome they could have teeth like that."

Also known as

Explorers without maps (nor goals) stalk the wilderness

Ancient well into sacred void

Granite ribs & groins

The interior covered with black and white checkerboard

Headed back toward his house, hours & hours

Continued speculating on his youth; negotiating an arc & arch.

We are particularly grateful.

Under the thunder

I don't want to lose you

Even for a  moment even in the night

Heavy muscle momentum 'neath the rose chandelier

It all began with the Greeks

Hope/Help is very far

Forget about it

They always considered themselves white

& the

Center of shadow and darkness is the place for the white woman

Not yellow

Mouth open, he was lying

(snake in the grass)

Hung by his arms

Above the fire

A clock chimes (then ticks) downstairs

Then outside, hours from dawn

Came stalking,

distract, divide, puzzle,

Turn them over, answerless

Repetitious superstitions

Threshold of paradox,

Climax within the spectrum or field

How had she come?

Through unturned earth

Magicked space, inadvertent motion

Pollen in the puddles

"Can I have my keys?"

"I didn't know how she could tell or what."

Dense earth

ForeShortening the distance with a cloud

Her eyes begin to smart and blur

Precision of the precession of the equinoxes

"Less than indulgent

But they take care of things"

"You know why the come here, right?

For the work."

then, following a track to descend

& visible landmarks

Only known before by hearsay

look at and see things without being entrapped by them

On his back &

He on the back

Of the horse &

Them running, the horse's legs

Until a light, a fire, something bright

& them out, ghost gone (skeletal specter)

She was worried, for him

& so she watched the other longer, him as a vessel for her concern

Using it to point to bigger circumstances

He said he would try to be more aware, apologized

He wanted

Her to keep laughing

She ended

Up

Crying naked in the rain

"wait until the other side

& then remain

Longer."

A whip and a flashlight are lightning

"In virtue of its pure change, the primordial flux of experience completely eludes orthodox logical interpretation."

"One sees the things in his work as one wills, but one has seen the work itself only when one has seen the things within it in as many ways as possible."

"Silence might be described as a paradox - amplification of subtle events..."

II.

Lost dogs

in a zealously dirty book called "Witchcraft"

peripheral phenomena, invisible, infinite,

The depth of a shadow

Breath on the window-pane,

polished metal

A room wound with silk

Yellow

He spoke without turning;

He was unskilled at all

Save manipulation and lying

Finding his own advantage at the expense of others

Even those one might care for, consider sacrosanct

So there was nothing to inherit

(predilection for standing up for himself, contrary

Eyes cut straight through by the bottom of the frame

Quiet of the bottom, didn't get there first, looked through without finding

Within a grove, in the agitation of a storm, can be accurately delineated from its picture in the water.

To ensure the swimmer's silent exit, back into the dark from which he first emerged

more recent

Straight leg, long arm

Frolicking from one vessel to another

Brick got caught

 Amid the violence, sounds of wild animals fighting

Too far away for anyone to witness

The Moon falling in dreams, our bed always awaits

Until what is reached, unknown now,

Hardcore present kingdom

(too much obsolete technology)

Converging in the silence

Converging over water (the still Ocean)

Two trajectories, two courses, two ways

Two paths

The proper ions, paper thin, atop

Expectations (she doesn't know why)

Doesn't look like you

His dreams are of a castle,

in the clouds

or at the peak

Of the high mountain

Then stillness again, with the great shadow flying closer

Over and done with finally...onward to Avalon (and beyond)

The seashell landmark, amid the roar.

Their voices able to be heard far off.

"What song is that she sings?"

Beyond or without?

"I didn't want to show him.

He wouldn't look upward enough anyway."

The ladder is placed in the North, then they can move upward.

She had been excited for it until its institutionalization

No benefit, only a rut of predictable disappointments

High drama, melancholic sublime

Some of them will have that

We will be able to

of the dead in slowly under the bridge drum

the breathing of an injured dog

Lake effect storm, horizontal lightning

We will return to Lone Peak

A vision that I am struck by lightning

A vision that I am struck by lightning

A vision that I am hit by lightning

Red blazing in the western sky

stepped closer to the door

Of course

She recognized the name, had played in a band together, with her, drinking milk

Smiling regardless

Running with his mouth open

The dogs hear her vomit and run toward the sound

The killer is ever greeted with a smile

Cutting across all lanes of traffic

The scarlet letter proudly displayed in the window, he desires to remain in a constant state of confusion

Sorrow

No one cares if or when

You were born

(a very sensitive sleeper$)

A man with a fatal gunshot wound, trying to wave to the crowd

Grinding your way through these long useless works

Read the green book

Protected to the death by beautiful young woman

"hungrier'n  Hell"

A canyon in the very back, furthest background

Away in the same situation.

Crashed in the trees, the window must be prepared, so the window repairers arrive, and leave, just before they do.

Carrying a great amount of water with them, all through the day.

Finally seen & known as warm by them...

I've found you, I'll go on with you.

Blackened with it, kissing the tips of her fingers

Light of the Sun

Broken in the turning spokes and oblique horse shadow

Shadows of the wheel, over the stones turning and turning

Germinal silence, long before the history of human's dreams

Sunlight glaring on blood (star falls)

Paper blown in the wind, then blown again

Far enough and all the roads end

Fair hope (providence or mercy?)

Her hair cascading over her thighs

You can ask anybody

4

You will never be alone in the circle of stone

What did you abandon in sleep and can it be

Reclaimed;?

At the end of your time

The buildings scattered, torn rags, paper garbage

Garbage follows you everywhere, through your centuries

Vertical and horizontal, what was one is now the other

this is your discord, the animals’ harmony

your muscles obsolete carnage & viscera

waxing gibbous

take off your face, give it to all

those dead trees with your transparent hands

occasions past, to turn in, to turn in

for the night, in isolation as the threshold is crossed

until beyond, don’t move from that point and do something to seal, to solidify, to internalize, repeat again when vertical.

treats, treaties, 

Unknown
What he saw is replaced by seeing him
To complete the work, whatever it is: artistic, political (revolutionary) we need to change, Devotion
live without a ruler, free, to be courageous, face up to difficulty, and be together while everyone lives as she or he needs.
I am looking for something we haven't yet found. Practicing creAtivity and singing anarchy...singing creativity And practicing anarchy
Give no portion of your treasure to any crown or throne or capitol and your own country instead with no coin or king or capital. Certainly and obviously not your self. Never


Lost storms, lost dogs
Wild home wild hymn wild him
Who's to blame?
Wild ducks on North American frontier
Back in the rain on your feet.
It has no mouth but it is telling me many things.
2) the way they do grow in that soil in that dust living from. & When they do come our above they are sweet they taste...of celebrating
It gave warmth as he told him the truth
an American said,
"Form to come above He'll
Line of surface horizon soil" atlas
3) in front of her, doing her
Bidding, whatever
Have her her wishes
Parades. It was in our minds what she put there of all ideas
Not that she ever showed, that is for is though alas

Immaculate metallic, precious metals
Urine, crystals, a cave. A different story, watching a movie in the hallway, watchingher I can't be sure.
Of triumph or victory...

Canyon canyon dark dog barking
Breathe deep. Long saint, she was there for androgynous rebellion and American divinity...what did she get?
She does not want done to her what she did visit upon another. Past trespasses willdo haunt. Ghost of bones gnawing themselves.