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)

ending 01 02 2012

"I'm searching to find,

 just like The birds of prey

Tucked, somewhere between

the bottom and the inside."

Nail the drums down.

Behind the star, middle of Winter.

We must make our lives true. All that we have said, make that true as well.

Finds its abode and wreaks it's havoc. Their primitive reactor was a beehive-shaped pyramid of graphite bricks.

"Might as well play ship-sinking without the men."

(skull-sized blocks, piled

Into towers)

Halls of anxious thought and wearied brain

"Which color best

to hold this form?"

Circumscribing a cusp, forward and reverse convex.

Bisected from kin,

The left burnt, and the right cut

Mystery burned clear and the panorama is revealed

A level diagonal clean

& the other alone, in echo

On faith, gibbous declaration witness

Witnessed only by cavern or abyss

After the laser finishes

Roses

no longer devoid of color

As if you had begun your resurrection.

(as the articulation of "a space of possibility."

"What am I to do?!"

All smothered poisonous, glutted on refuse and detritus.

Hair in her eyes

Before such entropic vandalism

Upon every square inch (prediction)

Nevada and Russia both leave their signature, cleavage autograph,

"Some of them are too good to be true. The rest are like shipwrecks on a beach.")

They who still dreamed for the future presented

Their ideas in regard to

Point to line to plane to body (three dimensions now)

& the formation of clouds

What is above and has ascended, in possession of

That which will descend or be reabsorbed

Were met with insult and an assault of possessions, material and objects wanted more for the harm it may cause them an less for continued ownership

Their planet was saved. Everyone was attentive.

That way, even in times of plenty and great feast.

Clear  cut the dignity, right now, let go, nothing.

Mercy because we can't regret...

If you want to clean it you must put it in the ocean

Next (vitriol & Fury!)

After all has ended, the better to see, the better to be seen...

He convinces her to attend

The events at the Coliseum, by telling her of the multitudes

Thousands upon thousands, and an additional thousand in secret

"So listen to me, it's going to be a terrific game."

Half are home and half are away.

"are all, finally, in pursuit of beauty: that formal integrity which gives homage to the dream of meaning..."

Marrying a ghost to its shadow

then placing an egg in the center

No visible trace of us remains, even our wounds that won't close.

And a ring around that

a hoop

Crossing at an overlong interval

(A butcher standing in a church

Red-rimmed, predatory, faulted), very serious

Because of this he had lain in the dirt of the streets, through the night,

Wounded many times

In the dark rss and cold of that night while the dogs were nourished with the drinking of his blood

Opaque black of eyes...

An atavistic state now returned to them

Twilight of responsibility; distance and respect, added details.

Bivouac en route, the night or two

In the blackness overhead, horses' hooves, serious women sing their song and their song only,

Lights strung overhead

The reach of the celestial hunter extends

November 17th, 2011

#6

damn it (hungering)

is there any end, to…

Whose bad dreams are these?

when far worse is bought?

Suns call, reach from the abyss

pierce, penetrate, and caress

He climbed the pole, ascended

with strong embraces and stronger lift and pull

unkempt and savage, with sweet tooth

nearly out of view, almost in the cloud

#7

a bird wails across the dream

the Moon is a gaping hole

we are a water molecule in a thunderstorm

lightning is the daughter

and the finale

“I cannot sing and know no stories.”

Added for the centaur or Minotaur

& what could not appear

Three innocent eyes,

the resurrection unseen

You cannot

Disengaged lost in space

Insomnia until the spade is lifted high above head

Rugged spreading form, unfoldable houseplant

And eye have and the glimmer of a prism when her makeup was smEaring on the dagger

The residue of Atrocity. Blinking in the long cold morning. Many mistakes in the promise and void.

Bipedal

As soon as he came down to what happened, murmuring

Weave, braid

Into a rope of aligning

The fur finds its way out eventually.

"...in a perfect creation,  nothing created was ever intended to disappear."

Hiding in a line

In the radiance of the fresh snow

to the North

Interregna, sagitta,  "I follow you, to the fossils, wherever you can go, I will walk..." said the burning sheet of paper

Owls in the bell tower,

Owls in the bells,

lose the ways to the past, trying to get through, in ashes since

Before reaching the hearth

Anima

Bricoleur and arcanum

The nymph fairy pining

Away into the rock wall of a cave, cursed by a jealous animal and disappointed by her love for the mirror.

Pines to skin and bone... The blood vanishes into the air, from veins...the voice remains

Flesh and tree are turned to stone.

which sweeps in all directions down the slopes

The scree

Primeval

#8

In Winter light, they made

No jokes about him, not even about his death

Above the crashing

Of stone and metal (lightning!)

"Get out of here

All the way!" she screamed

there is was or goes or will go eventually

bones beneath the dirt, the underground

the underground

who did that?

I did it my self.

did you Do that your self?

Yes I did it my self

Obsidian pointing, quoted, she brought the candles from the box, placing them upon the altar with eyes wide

initiate holes in the veil, get that medicine

on a Sabbath or secretly, in spells and incantations, nothing but the skull to protect them

Taken on the journey until lost in the blur, the forthright burden carried

she had been captive, suddenly feathered, after the jump many jewels and all of them pleased to see her, to stand beside her, for the hull was full,

"Kept under the table, why do you walk that way?" unseen through the smoke

"Naughty is necessarily naked?"

"I will be ancient!

I will be ancient!

I will be ancient!"

"Hold all prayers away from him!"

& then he was hurt

a black snake in the wound

upon the brown soil

the serpent a bowl inverted

omega finally

they all became sick to death

the longarm and the deep cut, clearcut

attempting to please, please with honey and berries

all over the television while she looked at him, "that way, that close to it"

her hands covered with feathers

cascade crystalline as it fell from the cliff or canyon on high

That thin, that wild mercury sound. It's metallic and bright gold.

psychedelic, kaleidoscopic, hallucinatory masterpiece. with a single master, authentic

"This is calamity."

They were telling them about everything

"Can you recognize this or not?"

With the spine and the heart there

Her voice at the festival, "Appreciate all the liberty."