introduction:
not enough, never enough never be enough
out in the back, alone
an excuse and a stage. a throne,
Could be tucked ‘neath the wing, the last meal
of blood left there in the square
always just now awakening (I am naked before you as I have ever been.)
start:
There are three around the fire, a triangle, evenly spaced
She is looking into a hole
She has slowly been digging the hole
Two handfuls each day, until now
Or she found this very deep hole
she keeps looking into it
Reaching a hand into the hole
She is trying to find something there.
It is a form of divination
Reenacted the coagulation of stone birth
The ghost turned on that light (this memory recalled afterward)
Darker horse arrives
Very deep joke
Atone, atoning,
Forgiveness, forgiving,
Justice,
Bestiary of lizards, screech-owls, serpents, bats, speckled frogs & toads, lithe foxes, ragged dogs,
Holding high revel, Dionysian
Bacchanalian,
Blood red pleasure, dancing
Those who can
Sing
Glory
Rose and (lonely) Fennel blossoming
Some thing ought to be concealed as to be invisible) or done without
mysterious architecture, continuous world, nonetheless
Statues tumbled from their niches
Last light of day at the great exhibitions of the world
("how many times each day do these people walk up and down, up and down, this street?"
"she was always trying to fatten up her sister so that she might remain the thin one, the skinny sister.")
a blonde girl, hit with a rock
Swore she would never let them into her secret hideout ever again
Her obscure reference was missed by her mother, appreciated by distant stranger.
In the background of continuity
Giant creatures
Teeth of gold
Singing for her on one side
a bedlam of prayers
If deities are listening they are deafened by the noise
"And it was nothing of all this."
obscure regret?
curious panoramas?
nourishing obsession?
denser revisions?
complex charisma?
permanent depletion?
Dust (gray) upon scarlet (red)
Suddenly becoming more difficult to find
Worshipping lost electricity
"The answer in new religions, we must take care of each other. We can awaken at any time."
Drought and
earthquakes!
this area may become the new tropics, tropical jungles
Tropical virgin princess(es)
Move toward the lakes and rivers
Liberate the reservoirs
No more dams. All rivers blessed with freedom
("I am afraid for the women. Afraid for my friends, especially the women. Wayfaring and far from the well." - Goethe)
"He didn't trust me. I could tell. "
Circumstantial reality, "Where are the blueprints?"
Not holding
Together. rather
Giving everything away
"Attuned to the fate of the aura, she says, dreams are part of concrete experience, tangible and near."
No blue distance, witnessing the green ray
dust on blood
She walked through, carrying her clean white dress aloft
Shadowed spinal column,
Prehensile, remaining quiet
No record, at all, of our greatest achievements
Our Penultimate gift
The minds of the future generations
They never failed to amaze and entertain
for travel and mathematics,
both because and with (the wherewithal) without duration and with supreme duration
"How to build a UFO"
If one wanted to
Those schematics are long out-of-date
Eating poison to avoid cannibalism
(being cannibalized)
Brutal disintegration (and sleeplessness, always alarms, sirens) stabbing
It should come as no surprise
Decomposition, forensics
Dust at the Oceans bottom
Last breath of tradition, the owls' talons
Shattered moments, frenzy of multiplication, replication
nano, opaque shadows
Straining for air
Mother, "Why?"
Impossible totality (any and all impossibility)
"There are just some things you don't do..."
They are not fighting, bombs continue to reign down upon their heads despite in spite
Bizarre
Black pyramid stones, (savage) crystal skulls;
The storm grows stronger the farther it leaves paradise behind.
