Set aflame and consumed thereby for Gashound

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Set aflame and consumed thereby
If he is going to ask questions he must also listen I the answers
Accepting the condition of total visibility
World's greatest actor & liar
She's still trying to figure things out
"I know someone who can."
He has all the materials
He needs to put it together
Though she won't say exactly what
"This isn't even what I do anyway,
though I wish I had both forms."

Red birds, a pair, from two perspectives
Fingernails in the ashes
A migration, a distinct aim, accented,
One pressing the other again(st)
As though retaining. Despite being embedded, or subtly ejected beyond
Blue curve crossing a grey line, blue over into the gray
River cut slant-wise, diagonal, serpentine back-and-forth
Across the freeway

Experiences of the flesh, moments of the sonata, glimmering of the luminous field
We never catch sight of each other...
Movement is such that it would take extraordinary luck
A mass held, gyrating
On how many axis?

"I hear you have a lot of friends..."
Cause of the uncanny
The stone too heavy to lift
"What kinds of skeletons?"
buried together
(retreats to her bones)
He has an enormous tongue
So he licks her and licks her
His tongue is as tall as she

Pressing both horizons
Two hands, pressed together at the palms
closed off in the tight hold of an all-encompassing grip
Circular axis

Time is critical, ever-growing picture
Increasing polarization and contradictions, an ever-growing paradox
"Not much chance of that."
"You've been fighting it ever since."
Always a few inches longer
Than the father
Can't even remember.
"It's almost Winter
Put on the fat
Wrap it around, drape it over"

One more
One more
One more
"I am all alone."
Very much lost, all that can't be recollected
Felt and ball bearings on the
Flooded basement (floor), the iconic vista crumbles down, scree
Alas, realizing the loss
Returns nothing
Only endless echo, ringing
From horizon to horizon
Pressing both opposite walls

Ride into the Sun
It's hard to live in the light
"Whose sphere is the infinite
The mystery of the sublime
Of space and energy"
& biological force
"You've been fighting it ever since."

In tatters before
The infinite drunken dream
A flag fluttering
Where time ends
accuracy as to pierce one arrow, midair, with another
redirected flight
To express the loss of time
cold crystallography,
without a plan, none possible, all impossible
Rise out of and fall back into the sea

Hissing snake,
balancing on the tips of its forked tongue, outstretched
She suggests another, of two serpents a circle formed
An act of swallowing its material genesis
Down the throat deep

How high birds fly
In stochastic migration
"I've got no chance
Of losing this time..."
Fed the ghost sugar
Crude clay sugar bowl
Left by the door, over night, a week or more
Still an unidentified roaring passed the window
& unable to orient
Folded habitation
Should have sent this sooner, eavesdropping further she still doesn't quite catch anymore
"The question is what inspires the flight in the first place?"
Never laugh at anyone else's joke ever again

humming
Many many sad catastrophes
Say her name one-hundred times each day
and no wraith, only loving embrace
Is this dramatic or natural?
Romantic?
at home dreaming
Of bombings and kidnappings
The hurricane and the wildfire arrive anyway

Two soft voices, speak of imperfection
From the end of the long hall, in the rear of the museum
Dust blown
and so strewn
merely
Merely erodes, in the friction
Between solid matter and amorphous fluids

Silently, single-file, shadows long
High above the river
No one could dream harder, open the back, then a dance in four parts
Promising something else
Obviously revealed, let known, made known
Forgotten counter-history

Sound of an echoing pendulum
Stallion with cloven hooves
Ride into the night, ride into the night
Riding into the night
Ride on through the night
Galloping
Onward to victory in the void, to ascend, unbending
Over gold, over silver, over oil
Unvanquished stallion
Under the hollow earth, each direction upward
"Even the strongest must eventually bow"
(and the bow is what launches the arrow)

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Held at the height of the top of the head, bowing to the Moon.
"her worshippers go to her," she said to her, "it's dark in there and it's getting dark here."

"Contemplate the landscape in twilight."
Not a breath of wind excitedthe lake this day and in turn it was a mirror
Making a twin of every beauty.
Wink
She blinked, in and out,
Through circles (lips too red)
What is visible and what is invisible, interrupted
by a sudden death, consanguinity
A mystery of flesh and of Beneath flesh
Solid rhythm, substantial

Rubbed clean with fingertips
Without bruising.
One tooth carves the other (in its unique direction as the sands of the shore)
Ancient anchors, bones missing, colors fading,
Birds and lavender, pillaging the vast blue castle of the Sky
"The old wooden school of taxidermy," she said. "... And platonic quarantines."
"Modern science, contrariwise, demanded an undistracted contemplation of single, mature, pristine individuals." I apologized. Distracted multiplicities, and weathered I was, then.
In the afternoon

"And her hair was on fire, all of her hair, the shadow rose between and she didn't know how to carry all that  she had."
Shadow rose, shadow rise, shadow ring, shadow eyes, the shadows between thighs
This, a type of parabolic pneumonia, the fine curve of the irresponsibility of fire.
Fingered towardthe newspaper, for the mutual inclination of two lines, meeting at an angle
Unthinkingly they had, at last, become women...
though he, having thought for some substantial duration that they already were, had been for sometime
Well beyond him
they are still perfecting, to ripen
Still well beyond him.

(private menageries, suspending belief, as the carrot and the stick)
She removed her apparati as the men approached (illuminati spies and saboteurs, remaining from the last great war.)
He gave up too easily, an deserved to be banned
He had suffered, but his daughter now was a great success, accidental clarity.
Upward and westward, lengthening tendons
Two of one and one of the other
"Wait until you are invited."
Exaggerated temporarily. He eavesdropped but still had no comprehension of their agenda
Two clearly defined models.
She lay the guitar on the grass of the lawn at the front of the house.

Introducing a Paradigm: The Fall

Hyetal memory? Fog upon the River. The Water travels in time
This is now &
There are no secrets she
Traces a shadow of his face cast
In the mirror, in the mirror
Reveals the invisible and shows the divine in the brilliance of a mysterious epiphany...
He never stood
Stood a chance (Don't invitE the bull into the china shop)
Eaten alive, but what did they eat?
She ate...
"You will receive the land as well. The land will
Come with her. The animals were a joke
But they were very serious about the property, and property lines
All straight
"forget all the things you say
I'm out this way
Nevermind humble murmur
Nor moist pockets and kerchiefs"
I came here before
of these two moments, which are sometimes so noticeably interwoven that their co-presence becomes possible at a certain moment of history.
And they were more interested in sensation itself than the objects of that sensation.

"I wanted to bring into our halls the illusion if outdoors."
an unbroken history, and an unending outdoors commenced.

& space
"Come home soon and safe is what I'd say to all of them(, no matter where)."
Place two fingers in the mud.
Neglect not the dawn and
Remember the flower of her journey

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The long river is a single line,
He lights a cigarette and listens Tothem through the walls all night.
Thunder or
Else nothing at all
They'd been waiting to get a look through the house. (quick and thorough, deep and in the dark room
At night everything is eclipsed toward enlightenment.
Shut the door behind them
As they enter. As they leave.

save the smoke from her (eyes) her lips pressed to this burnt paper
move from the flat flat salt to the top of the stone, atop the stone altar
A place of new mysteries, the keeper of the Golden Shrine dismantles and moves, the action of transportation to, what can be brought
Along a long arm
Greatness and nobility throwing all the rest out the window.
A slow cuspid turn to the left,
making someone taking you
In the mountains then back on the front in two weeks.

Green after green,
green after green &
green after green
You know I'm right.
It could be seen through well enough, too but what to
The next day she tried again
with the slip of pink and
all the glass in the face
The newspaper set on fire.
all wounded, aflame
The symmetrical architecture of the afternoons,
Hermit, "space is the motion of the infinite."
And she replies, "I have walked difficult paths, deep in the forest, towards the mountains."
nothing left to them but a stone tied to a stick.
and then an exit

"what do you know of the good?"
The egg and flower Blue
Flames rise up
Muscles areflexed
Bonfires are lit, atop skyscrapers, even
until
Looking fromthe height of the birds' stomachs.
& he...
Running toward the paper horizon
Until hell would not have him (painted horizon)
Girls and a woman left outside the secret place where they'd been drinking, wailing and motionless
Outside, the boy heaRd women speaking all to every each other
"we are able to be instruments of liberation in a dark and troubled time," they told him on his departure
When he went somewhere else
Th Hermit again, "the wraiths of gods lies sleeping. It was hidden a million years before men and only men have the power to wake it."
And the boy, again, "how these things end, in confusion and curses and blood."

She had wanted the coyote to eat her, laying back, flower-breasted, all her natural scents, she thought there was nothing wrong, both arms bend, then folded, askew and "no feeling involved" in her own words. "eye eat moldy food" he replied and devoured "you cannot keep yourselves safe or okay, those bushes over there have sharp thorns" so driven to do you know, if you're not in a neutral place
She slapped herself in the face, which is in most situations, it's better to be that way
Witch because
A problem in reverse, "it's not naturaL"
"runnin' 'round, Runnin' 'round, whoa!"

She held, definitely to
The bottom half if his right pinky
With her left hand, elliptical fingernails polished as fine silver
For he would
Allow her no more, in public (their private and genital arrangement will not be described here)
with her hair hacked off, short
As a boy and dark nearly black in contrast to the pale ivory of her skin
and she wearing a baseball hat, and the hat red
And his hair red, and his hair shorter than her bobcat,
They passed and she looked back, over shoulder, toward an unlikely memory

Clean the oven with aluminum foil,'
One month later the passport is suddenly stamped
Two triangles ... one atop the other, riding & ridden
horses, to be sure
Flags before the organs
Banners announce and proclaim, heroic ballads launched from
Resonant teeth and diaphragm, the flags billow and gust
Memories are transient, but ghosts remain. They who leave and never return but are always there.
Who is the party really for? Who is served?
Anti-imperialists
Living in a tent, pointing or parting two fingers.

2.
Fragment cannibal, secret satellites, an arrival
Secret satellites above the sunset
One had turned left and previously the one on the left had slowly and definitely overtaken the other
Lightning carries fire
But the reverse is not true.
Beyond the/their wildest speculation

They must and so do
Ask, the man where he is from, "where are you from?"
"Where coyotes have dug up the dead and scattered their bones." & howling wilderness"
twisted hair feast
Spoken with a straight tongue
Truly, he, at least, spoke "with a straIght tongue."
Long-drawn and weird, high-pitched
Golden gate smashed, actively, or collapsed historically

Each heard all heard
The boom of rock falling somewhere far below them in the darkness within the Earth.
(andwithin the starlit water)

Did not an did not have to
Nor did have, nor didn't
"I can describe it
To you by describing something that can't really exist."

"when measurement doesn't work, a more intimate notion of space begins...," The Architect
Through his eyes
Naked like himself
Abstracted the sharp, man-of-the-morning
The archives filled entire with
Bones and amysterious fossil singular
Galloping toward the fire

Working in concert with
Or in resistance to
Cultural history
1(Closed, oppressed, poor, losing many unjust wars, failing economically, in massive debt,...)
2(crisis and impending doom, 'out of a corner' of what is left) what she could salvage. Not what was possible, as regards invention, growth and freedom, but what she could hold on to, as a human being, in a context of failed hope and danger.

Beyond our focus lies background, negative netherworld, horizon of silence,


Spi-li-yai
Ilt-swi-tsichs