young forests

young forests
of the imagination (enclosing & open on all sides)
and her breathing with the air that exists on the horizons

" ... too far, or not far enough...?"
Why is it always a question of distance?
anamnesis, urban hubris

"Labyrinths and mazes are both landscape and architecture; [Japanese] Gardens are both landscape and architecture; ... Their purpose and pleasure is (axial) paradox, complexity, simultaneity ... "

curious echoes (of laughter)
(laughter is) a homeopathic catastrophe, wild grasses' insouciance, centrifugal proliferation (expanding fields)
a phantasmagoria of which we are all the fascinated victims
(fog into smoke, gradient effect)

sonic jewels glinting
with sweat, acute urgencies,
has redefined the word impossible by unleashing a tempest more savage than any ever before recorded in this lonely place.

the great blue thread, the great green thread, snaps in the eyes of our children
interstitial chain reaction,
(the 0/1 which is no longer a difference at all, rather a formal alternation)

an unpublished exquisite sublimity
punctual, ephemeral, enigmatic, unpredictability,
aleatory and vertiginous
surface abysses
"Let's imagine all of our plans for the future as elaborate blueprints drawn in sand at the edge of the seas (ever-rising)."

feigning to bow in order to kill  (assassin) Between the flat sides of the knife.
(nonlinear) billboard on fire
with the third axis (of the triptych) operating at times as deux ex machina,
(the assassin is a clone)
Mystical? or simply enigmatic? or are you just confused?

the sum of two ontological absences, plus neither/nor, (not-built, non-referent)
a mirror in a hole in the ground
invisibility is power in the current world surveillance, so paint him green-screen green / Vantablack
suspended (animation) between nowheres
night fell slowly (anti-gravity): everything turning blue in hues plus shades, minus finality, until eventually...
after effects
the daughter of a beast, a creature of remote, aesthetic regions.

may my poverty ever be an arrow

31st, from Gashound

The name is not to be used

even when/if

Bug-eyed and

Green. (and the son's head right next to this)

From the hand to the wrist.

Her mother was sure that she was thinking about her body as she looked at her, as they sat down together

("Don't forget your body in

All those chemicals."

Unwed and wailing)

The end of the surface, able to penetrate deeply enough.

The storm destroying, the storm destroying.

Artificial and superficial

Scarlet

What is taken but never given

...an advent from the far reaches of nowhere that arrives unexpected and barely understood.

From all the way down the hall

a caveat seeking

the impression through always

 "Her dreams are everywhere."

She could assess because she possessed

So thoroughly

("In Advance of the Broken Arm," so thoroughly spoken.)

as apparatus wherewith

produced simultaneous

Horizontal parallelogram

"How copying must transcend the giant hunchback, his strange gait, his lack of prospect, his deformation," announced the Empyrean

Unbroken biological antiquity

Fanatical pleasure and the leg

Always displayed, "Yet as it turns out, this ancient forest sanctuary is more threatened under democracy and independence than it was during seven centuries of monarchs and dictators..."

everyone cares for beauty quickly...

Don't want what you aren't supposed to have.

Brilliant in honeycombs

Lemon yellow, such a long time ago.

The sunrise as seen

By the broken-armed gardener of Eden (& him the guardian of that light)

"What does one do in paradise?" asks the gardener, a heretic of powerful belief. "Or is there some other way of existence?" was her response. The snake became an arrow and she claimed her arrow for her heart.

The number of heresies at this juncture is legion. If even or ever the wind blows (it is never accidental)

He was no longer

a pilgrim waiting for the sunset.

No one can afford

Anything, there is no more bread in the breadbox.

even hairy legs and beards,

no sharp metals

Sequel! Sequel! Sequel!

Encore!

2.

Ancient black magician

Touches geometrically and traces algebraically across a few years, through known and unknown vortex

All knowledge comes too late. She is at the center and they kill in her name.

Pointed toward the bottom

Well balanced at the top

&a cherry on top, always a cherry on top.

Radical ghost copy,

Hid in the forest dark (& low)

Until the clouds pass

The bag he carried, dark mouthed

Through the desert

Super sister grand magi;

The Firestarter...that tadpole died right before he did, to himself, when he was a boy.

burning down the wall...

Discovering or finding beautiful and wild women who know the earth, the ground, the soil.

In this way

The light &the dark

are mirrors, are a mirror

Reversals occur, in rhythm rhythmically

3.

made the One real to the Many...

perhaps more real, because

cleaner, brighter, newly reliable

Fountains

(& shovels, spades)

Last-minute changes were a statement of facts "which could never mislead anyone"

"It shows a wide, endless expanse of sky, under it a stormy sea, and in the foreground a strip of white sand, along which the darkly shrouded figure of a hermit is seen... The sky is clear and indifferently calm. There is no storm, no sun, no moon and no thunder. Yes, even a thunderstorm would be a consolation and pleasure, for then one would see some kind of movement and life. There is not even a sea monster to be seen on the endless sea. And on the shore in the sand there is not even one blade of grass, Nothing. Which makes the loneliness of the scene all the more grim and desolate."

- The Romantic

Referring to the uniform color of the sky, which does not apply to the present State*.

"The waves sparkling gently in the light of the waxing moon & the faint glitter of the morning star

In the night...

How long will they survive?"

Was more the truth

Of the matter

Of survival

"Indeed, if one were

To paint this landscape

with its own chalk and water

I believe one could reduce the foxes and wolves to tears, which is without a doubt

The highest form of praise!"

"My body could have been made better by a bad artist drawing in the dark."

4.

Mortal vulnerabilities which could doom our entire infrastructure

Once-inconceivable calamity

Then the calamity immortalized in bronze, on horseback,

One inch every ten years

(in the long room

Of the temple/gallery:)

Descriptive circles

Conspiring to undermine and destabilize immense masses

Against a primitive and unrelenting foe

Whose ultimate strength is its ability to endurefrom the Winter void

the wall eater

approaches since he’s been gone

(the snow made higher than the wall,

a ramp, a wedge,

and then walked up,

snow broke

the fall on the other side)

door with no handle and mask with no face

beneath the window, night passes with two suns

embedding themselves in the canyon

protected against loss by deep placement

Looking behind the mirror.

…and as much as it could hurt it did.

THE END

P.S.

let's leave that over there.

the extra wheat where it belongs

(corn and grain and bread and meat and eggs and roots and...)

not even $2.11 or 21 months

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The long river is a single line,
He lights a cigarette and listens Tothem through the walls all night.
Thunder or
Else nothing at all
They'd been waiting to get a look through the house. (quick and thorough, deep and in the dark room
At night everything is eclipsed toward enlightenment.
Shut the door behind them
As they enter. As they leave.

save the smoke from her (eyes) her lips pressed to this burnt paper
move from the flat flat salt to the top of the stone, atop the stone altar
A place of new mysteries, the keeper of the Golden Shrine dismantles and moves, the action of transportation to, what can be brought
Along a long arm
Greatness and nobility throwing all the rest out the window.
A slow cuspid turn to the left,
making someone taking you
In the mountains then back on the front in two weeks.

Green after green,
green after green &
green after green
You know I'm right.
It could be seen through well enough, too but what to
The next day she tried again
with the slip of pink and
all the glass in the face
The newspaper set on fire.
all wounded, aflame
The symmetrical architecture of the afternoons,
Hermit, "space is the motion of the infinite."
And she replies, "I have walked difficult paths, deep in the forest, towards the mountains."
nothing left to them but a stone tied to a stick.
and then an exit

"what do you know of the good?"
The egg and flower Blue
Flames rise up
Muscles areflexed
Bonfires are lit, atop skyscrapers, even
until
Looking fromthe height of the birds' stomachs.
& he...
Running toward the paper horizon
Until hell would not have him (painted horizon)
Girls and a woman left outside the secret place where they'd been drinking, wailing and motionless
Outside, the boy heaRd women speaking all to every each other
"we are able to be instruments of liberation in a dark and troubled time," they told him on his departure
When he went somewhere else
Th Hermit again, "the wraiths of gods lies sleeping. It was hidden a million years before men and only men have the power to wake it."
And the boy, again, "how these things end, in confusion and curses and blood."

She had wanted the coyote to eat her, laying back, flower-breasted, all her natural scents, she thought there was nothing wrong, both arms bend, then folded, askew and "no feeling involved" in her own words. "eye eat moldy food" he replied and devoured "you cannot keep yourselves safe or okay, those bushes over there have sharp thorns" so driven to do you know, if you're not in a neutral place
She slapped herself in the face, which is in most situations, it's better to be that way
Witch because
A problem in reverse, "it's not naturaL"
"runnin' 'round, Runnin' 'round, whoa!"

She held, definitely to
The bottom half if his right pinky
With her left hand, elliptical fingernails polished as fine silver
For he would
Allow her no more, in public (their private and genital arrangement will not be described here)
with her hair hacked off, short
As a boy and dark nearly black in contrast to the pale ivory of her skin
and she wearing a baseball hat, and the hat red
And his hair red, and his hair shorter than her bobcat,
They passed and she looked back, over shoulder, toward an unlikely memory

Clean the oven with aluminum foil,'
One month later the passport is suddenly stamped
Two triangles ... one atop the other, riding & ridden
horses, to be sure
Flags before the organs
Banners announce and proclaim, heroic ballads launched from
Resonant teeth and diaphragm, the flags billow and gust
Memories are transient, but ghosts remain. They who leave and never return but are always there.
Who is the party really for? Who is served?
Anti-imperialists
Living in a tent, pointing or parting two fingers.

2.
Fragment cannibal, secret satellites, an arrival
Secret satellites above the sunset
One had turned left and previously the one on the left had slowly and definitely overtaken the other
Lightning carries fire
But the reverse is not true.
Beyond the/their wildest speculation

They must and so do
Ask, the man where he is from, "where are you from?"
"Where coyotes have dug up the dead and scattered their bones." & howling wilderness"
twisted hair feast
Spoken with a straight tongue
Truly, he, at least, spoke "with a straIght tongue."
Long-drawn and weird, high-pitched
Golden gate smashed, actively, or collapsed historically

Each heard all heard
The boom of rock falling somewhere far below them in the darkness within the Earth.
(andwithin the starlit water)

Did not an did not have to
Nor did have, nor didn't
"I can describe it
To you by describing something that can't really exist."

"when measurement doesn't work, a more intimate notion of space begins...," The Architect
Through his eyes
Naked like himself
Abstracted the sharp, man-of-the-morning
The archives filled entire with
Bones and amysterious fossil singular
Galloping toward the fire

Working in concert with
Or in resistance to
Cultural history
1(Closed, oppressed, poor, losing many unjust wars, failing economically, in massive debt,...)
2(crisis and impending doom, 'out of a corner' of what is left) what she could salvage. Not what was possible, as regards invention, growth and freedom, but what she could hold on to, as a human being, in a context of failed hope and danger.

Beyond our focus lies background, negative netherworld, horizon of silence,


Spi-li-yai
Ilt-swi-tsichs