out into the geometry
so far from
the original residue, no residue remaining
which alone — until time re-enters,
Was what was making things possible again.
What it was which did break
must have been what she
when it broke all had to be begun again.
Any change, any new chance, had to be toward Earth
not, not across.
Inside of the world she says.
Narrator: we're coming to get you.
the sky a silver dissonance
the sun is silent
All the Earth (&, for that matter, as far as that goes, the whole
universe, entire) necessary for a feather to fall, a falling (fastest
flight, the way a falcon captures prey)
also an escape, definitely jumping
this antiquated too much nostalgia rush?
bringing sugar to the mother,& returning from with
"the plot is spoiled"
"They were inside my heart for twelve hours."
he should be embarrassed, well beyond that, might doze off or drop dead mid-sentence.
the chandelier, buried. the scrap metal, beneath the arbor, intended for an insulting boundary.
colors' locations confused and forgotten. unable to cross the span of
the house, when does he expects to be able to, and leaving soon,
retreating in quantity and quality, the always untenable cost.
preference or history or accident (bringing to)
ramifies beyond the scope of any prediction.
(enjoining this condition upon the future by a simple "therefore")
contrapuntal anthems and manifestos to the
attack of the mile high psychotic star ship, spectacular intergalactic
battles, industrial conquistadors who would claim our future as their
colony, tyrant that is saved from the necessity of killing bearers of
bad news because it lives at the center of a maze in which bearers of
bad news are lost before they can arrive.
Anthemanifestos continue to be necessary,
They tell me you can judge a man by his enemies
They are the sworn enemies of a hero that doesn't even exist yet.
tell me what you've found and be patient.
no idea the price
make them monumental too, more still ecological
(comprehending a ground, looking vastly around and far ahead)
beware the wrath of apocalypse,
zero or degree & infinity
tattoo, right and left shoulder, respectively.
plus classic mom. heroic effort
if (every day) a couple more hours
then this also, this also, this also...
to indicate the beginning of another idea, Shelter
(also meta-architecture
the small cursive structures,
or crystalline, crystallography, of course,
The cave
it could have been the lair of an animal,
or a beast, comes near to taste ambrosia or nectar, incomprehensible therefore voiceless,
by themselves, in a far off place, they'll never speak his name again.
won't be able to...
if the Sun is so strong
... in what shall continue, increasingly, to be of interest, to both
(primordial...and so consequent
no matter what )
possible and useful
we move in the widest possible anywhere ( narrative,
if
any thing said could
move this an inch or two,
(I would scream it as loudly as I could forever, until voice gone)
gravity,
The sky lay on the still water, flat, and subtle undulation
the wind is pushing the clouds along, and us,
the eyes; desert, or smelling of the sound of rain
the songs she wished to live
the last moments of a memory, witness caught in the thorns of just above
the ground, everyone watching and with their stealth moves, tying
ribbons around, wrapping banners around, everyone screaming, a point in a
very long black field, like clear water in a pool painted black.
then smashed into the road, as a puddle, long bent water gleaming in
after wet weather, veil of negative ions between, until wind lifts the
feathers the wing, a hanging lake of black
and the brains smashed so completely into the asphalt, so well that they
can't be lifted, thus must remain, All of the feathers are gathered
though, placed beneath and beneath for mourning, everyone a screaming, some advice; learn to fly, one bird, two eyes...
purple rain, starscape, bizarre mystery cube,
Mother Nature? Devil's delight,
Barking clouds, generous with his compliments, in the days before, behind the waterfall
Usufruct,
all the firmament
all the universe turning, spinning (again & again, eternal) so as to
combine, the definitive relationships are interdependent (amongst plus between plus within and within)
future and or destiny in a shallow unquiet grave.
Vacation or crisis, not yet sensitive enough
a gully washes through, the berm and then the hill, following the ditch
a hawk on course toward the scree... acres described
now the Orchard
clean fruit
the fruit gains more sugar in time
the air is subtly cooler, barely, because it is moving
a field perpetually on the edge of chaos
chess on the hill ("on the mountaintop") during the revolution
either way it is the end of both, trivial
Classically unexpected / should have known
I remember anatomy, an unexpected turn,
participating in the exploration of what was previously unknown, the prosaic ground,
(parallel history never written to the end)
Never hide yourself unless concealment is complete.
deep in landscape and always sinking further back, always at the point of being lost (passionate agility of the living)
she is beneath the piano, on her back, laying
and she hits the hard black underbelly three times.
...next lunar impact
Everyone else is already outside (having ever entered?) carrying out the operation in full daylight
the final image
of the muse
shaking out her long hair
at the window
just above the fertile dirt
