There are Three Around the Fire

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.

34th

& as they all fought and battled for power
None able to depart nor claim any victory
Infinite (noise-sound) conquered


It's value lies in its promises and experiments
Creative use of the axe
Fully realized only after many years, a large/long time scale
When the fields are reached
Entrance is forbidden
"the value and importance of history is to expand the (time) frame of our human memory beyond the human lifetime."




I see you
Ovulate
In the milky way
On a moonless night
Red serpent coagulates
Up wooden stairways in the wind
wind & serpent follow them




Mystified
Bewildered
Intrigued
Remote places
Predator stalking
Majestic build & stature
Tantalizing glimpse
Enigmatic
Wolf of the mountain (a wolf riding on the back of another wolf, or a stag (or doe)  riding on the back of a wolf)
Frontier
Venerate the animal
Strange gods
Transformer / Trickster
Difficult to define
In an unfinished state
For some mysterious reason
Astride a dragon
Sun cuts
The crossroads
Scab & Scar
quite a threshold to be poised upon
There was no golden age
We go out from the garden
& into the wild
Did we believe?
How the bad times began
& why they are unlikely to end
Any time soon
Inevitably fictional
The lost center




Elementary
Trustful
Instrumental
Solipsism
Fanciful
Imaginative
Colossal
Efflorescence
Exhilarated
Far-ranging
Chants
Perfect goals
The sublime and the frontier






Reference
Sustained
Duration
"Repetition is a device that disrupts the very idea of the self-contained work which relies on a predetermined structure. There is always, in the repeated occurrence of a thing, a reference to some former occurrence, and in the sustained repetition of a thing, a growing awareness that duration alters it."


Where am I?
Where are we?

21

Gleams and flows, only to become as hard as rock. Web the rain shines sometimes.
pale as glass, clear as water
Were like crystals inside a rock
That has been split apart
devotion of a whole volume to the questions that had arisen
The ever-rising Sun
A Summer landscape in which everything is melted into everything else.
The goal of science was the ensuring of victory in war, which is undeniably an assault on nature, of harm

twenty-first
Quartz
Appeared as a receding horizon
The old paranoid wall if da Vinci brought to perfection
And total annihilation
The cave painting that might be found inside Zarathustra's cave home.
A planet twice as large as the Earth made entirely of gold.
The perennial promise of a marvelous future, just never yet.
...just never yet

Dark high energy & one-hundred rainbows
Mouth of the wolf, let it lick your wounds

Semaphore of suffering, only dying slowly, descending me, wrong way to live, over & over
Never dreaming, within fog
as in of
This century

"Strong am I"
"You can't die"
"...twilight is upon us, descent..."
"He was there before himself
The tree's silhouette against the sky cast
was a body in a bad dream
And it grew as such as though a lifetime of a body in hell reaching
No boundaries or borders, they are all atleaSt half-dissolved, what works? No absolute or final
Dispersed fragments, falsified by the idea of continuity. interruptions from without, his phone rang but he wasn't at home, didn't matter, he had it with him. There is no exit here only horrendous impact and detail No more absolute truths being made from relative, specific concepts.
"anything goes" although we are acutely aware of the control systems we operate within, or claim to operate against.
You don't have any more salvation coming to you than an ant or a fly.

A rare member From the secret society of women who are beautiful beyond comprehension
Withdraw the sword from the tree
"we are only ever upon the skin, and then only just; piercing and scarring
Impossible to search seaRch deeper
Deeper without being consumed, the fire is true and cares for us. We are frozen and there is no gold

go see her again, unknowable journey of the blessed child. returning to the utopia of nobody’s dreams.

“What shall she take with her?”

“She shall make all she needs.” he said.

8

Oh, it’s so old-fashioned, already.

In case you forgot. Who begat?

Young animals, ambient forest (of signs)

Concatenations

hand, mind, desires, intention,

Is to eat a pear obscene,

Is it obscene to eat a pear?

is she talking to me, to him because

time has stopped people from television in the dark of night but only in the last seconds of itself because

true natural, ancient of days is formed, born from

earth too…tremendous strength of lifting, holding stars

Where is the justice in my cold hands.

ofcost of cost

what are the sounds of a suffering man, or any animal

and day, Monday but not winter

. . . . . . . seven is when they become wild

try to imagine that, the golden tickets were counterfeit, can you believe it or not that person was probably starving, a Coyote with an endless appetite

slow-motion collapse of cellophane full of your very own breath. I saw the feather

She reminds me of Peace oh what Beauty!

can you believe it? one more

one more sheet of paper at a time

like one piece of paper each day, by the thickness of one sheet of paper each day.

disintegration cymbals, projection of structures and people, obliteration of expected presence, obliteration,

…incomplete and inconclusive journeys or acts of gradual disappearance.

Ancient aleotorically, the ritual of performing, without performing anything.

excellence of that hitherto

Any form perfectly realized is beautiful

so don’t doubt them when they say that they don’t know…

the perspective is gone from those alchemical drawings

Intimate solutions, attempted. Eternal punishment for how the structures change. Holy church of the void-grinder. internal strictures.

Restricted access but not to her dark cities quarantine Inside out inside our history

The splendor of architectural shadows in a nihilistic age. The dirt sings it's own song.

The girl who married the morning star, painted half red and half black. Waking with star flesh or moon flesh in their clenched fists.

Fossil finder as mud arrives in every room, dusted with fine white chalk

Why is there someone on that golden crown throne I thought they were only dumped about him. I didn't know it was true, what they said about you. Who was it that helped you?

Destroy (popular) culture

Rebuild warmth heat health death meat?

The devil is bad company crystal fists with you in the future imperfect I side inside outside," I said.

To her sadly, super wild horses. In the wind winter approaches wand long

In the silence the secret to hold. You were be-knighted and you were to bolden and broaden at the thresholds last hold. Hammer and teeth a red dog circling the skeleton? And in all the pleasure, what bends in the wind? She was a ghost when you left and now you've gone deaf blind mute. Into the night into the night I to the gray night. Dark grey

That no one can hear very clearly over the din of crumbling castles of salt and sweat. Sweat arches

Temple of paper temple of leather, temple of feathers, obscure abhorrence! Away withthee forever! At the edge of a sacred meadow the ghost belonged to her. Is essentially true in all it's statements...nothing has been...drawn from the imagination.

While he did slip the trap and enjoy am authentic taste of freedom. They, together, resolved to turn their backs on transitory pleasures and risk the more enduring liberation that escape did bring. They refused the endless static is contained release in favor of the apocalyptic.

He began to retrieve what had been cast into the dungeon by the architects. The New World/be one a work of art of the spirit, seed of power. New gods, old gods, faiths unknown had to be invoked in order to heal them.

Copper lode beneath the ground-surface; thick.