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)

Lost Dogs (for Gashound)

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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

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actual animals, carved along their joints. across the necessary divides of the American continent , Holes where

there were once walls.

Long work, multicolored artifacts

like a brief radiance glimpsed glanced on the far side of a door which we cannot go through.

He could orient himself but he could not arrive. What happened was near-perfect not-quite poor animal poor animal, why the fur so dry

Primitive pyramid (where muses dwell) party. Can you move around in there? and how!

The old-woman is high as a kite. It's in there if it's in there, he said. You should do it if you need to do it, she said. You'll fond the sequence transposing digital holograms. Insect microscopic, in the back pocket

Defend the future young man.

Young woman why did you get so cute what made you so beautiful?

A dedication to breaking all the laws of the universe.

Disrupt

Attack

Disappear

Don't wait for them to attack if they're going to attack. Andthey are already. Destroy the enemy, any enemy throughwith starvation.

vision of the Western Lands is characterized by silence. Create and defend a commune of affinity. Ritualized unigenesis, chant upon the red rug, it can't occur without blood.

Describing the entrance into, reaching it just after twilight post-blue only. Secret naked men on the back

Conceptual disease and sickness and death as performance and confrontation is too much for them in the afterblue night. More confusing still is all that will actually happen as it happens.   "devastating at first you drown in it our voices are muted as if we were talking through felt" flood hieroglyphics.

Woodsman, sneaker

Where went...upon my death, never speak my name again. Yon Speke...reverse ritual to go into the animal house

We must verbalize in order to see. And if it is verbalized to others it is seen. It is manifested in thoughtand conception, realized, made real. Real now through the saying, all words are invocation. Silence creates void, great void to be embraced. andso write, the words writ large, then the witness will read, will say, will think and thus form for you. Spell the spell.

Flat owls send me away, no vows gathered or who to witness such. Repeating preamble of whatever

could happen next

Should havebeen cubelocked, takes

The sheath from out the sword, forward

"God, bein' nothin' never began

from a

Swollen wet vagina dripping with tears and the mother's concern for the footprint of her son, or anythin' else except..."

an open invitation to the wind and other forces

For to work their freely spoken spells uninterrupted and unhindered. Thorns of the bramble barbs bared. Somewhere we have never been and covered in pollen.

"we are in the glory of not knowing what we are doing!" she doesn't know these are the feelings he gives us; love, wonder, laughter, heroism, fear, sorrow, anger, disgust, and...the pyramids change, after being set ablaze