Her lovely hunt,
you know I'll do anything for you
"the waves will extend out and outward, and the stone will remain unchanged."
all of them, "your sister is very beautiful." and without the disguise more so
that's why Broken Arrow waved his finger
down the road so dark and narrow,
wild dogs barking way down below
Along a threshold all along
an inevitable contingency, perhaps perilous, who knows, more stairs necessary
a thread that runs between these symbols is stitched to your body, a stream of blood, from her eyes to his eyes,
the dust never had any dust
an elusive animal is an instructional tool, with a preface,
a relationship she had had
intuitions about the meanings
talking about grass cannot feed the horses
to not do what they knew how to do, a cross-cultural encounter with the supernatural
public, political, technical, and fragile
the length or distance of the limb or appendage, culmination if great
effort, secret oculus "they have not lost a hole all day long. take a
long look at this one"
glacis (camouflage amulet)
"Everything at a distance turns into poetry: distant mountains, distant
people, distant events; put this poem somewhere far away from you."
opposite stripes on opposite sides,
and the now glittering, pounds and pounds of white, opalescent glitter, broadcast in the vestal snow,
the stone gospel
still summarizing yesterday,
according to the rule which says that what never began ends without having taken place.
she was expert at concealment (of what) though she would smile as she wrote it, as she recorded in script,
blank beyond blank
blank and the blank conspiracy, apologizing in advance, listening to him
go on and on about the future will be, blue shadow nodding continuously
behind, his head in his hand
framing from an interior
scandals, illegal activities, performed on an outdoor stage,
"& they were all naked"
exposes the situation as limits
"Does anybody have anything that is really up there right now?"
an inverted pyramid, again? unbreakable chains afterall,
as the edge
the shy isolation of not knowing which angle to take
beyond the summit of the black wall
without space, not sense (nor secrets or sex)
don't hold your breath, you got your point across
How did they know what they knew?
Who were those people tonight? How can this thing last?
virtual souvenir
with / if, no shift in value, resembling inflation
"Today, real life lies hidden in fantasies beneath dazzling surfaces, in stones now made hollow.",
key signs, symbols, blackened,
a cave impregnated with an intelligent mineral computer system
into a cave, during the cold, if possible
The "discoveries" were being made without them; young& new, they had a "buzz"
the feeling is blind and the relevance is vague
water rushing underneath the house, basement as river,
a well-told story
keeps on burning, a familial reputation for
Our more explicit understanding
the dreams die hardest when she actually believes in her self, really and truly and there is unscalable
even looking out the window... amnesia or dementia, which?
A fight in the middle of the night, dirty water
extracts and fragments (witches' brew) together in one volume, the pages saturated,
don't look for bird eggs in a cuckoo clock.
numerous lucid conciliations,
scenarios proposing an alternative, the wish
and its elaboration
