Out Into the Geometry

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

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.

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

09292011 untitled (for The Beast)

1.

Opening a heart toward Heaven

All of the people in The city

Who you touch accidentally

to Heaven from

Unravel

The cheerful night song

Bounce (& shake) it around unveiled, darling ( hidden on the inside of the arm, bicep)

The shield remains concealed.

Too, there is no question that

a longer part of the world

Sweet treasures, tall treasures, held high

Overnight work,

black&white houndstooth

above red

Reveille masquerade, from his woman on a horse, Valkyrie

Please help me!

Wet wind, find her

Cheek or earlobe or shin

Or bare-chested, finally.

Wondrous quality of the waters running rushing over the exploded dam

Landscape changing the world

(if he had been given a military assignment from which he could easily have got lost)

No odors from your mouth or armpits

The shiny broken object in the dark puddle in the burnt out house.

Then recedes into the forest deeps...

Seen and fecund potentials grasped

From observations across the precipice

Bottomless, Tar pits

Substance enough to grasp

(from the time when the beast of highest worship had a long nose)

Not long afterward, not long forward, recounted

With new eyes

Ever-new variations, without finding a fixed ideal

No ones gaze bold enough to sustain

Became hermetic and difficult

Migrating into the aftermath, owl wings at thefall of dusk.

(collapse of coherence)

When the tape (cassette or video) was completed, they mourned

Utter contrast, unknowingly condensed,

onto the interior of the window, clear glass, their warm breath (tongue found)

Faithfully recountingthe narrative of; their otherness, their isolation, their desperation, their inevitable descent and death.

"Once there was a little boy and everything turned out alright. The end."

Beyond the horizon of repetition

To continuity

precisely scribbled

Forward held bosom venerated in passing

The fluid a mile deep.

About to come through the other side.

"Do you believe that all men are truly evil, but remain eternally unaware of it?"

& she continued, "...then why do you treat them that way?"

"That old man should've cleaned between his teeth before ever looking her way."

Throw the bird, too

Young to fly, high into the air.

Taken to task...

visions square and hermetic

Foreboding as the song in a dream

Fatal geography, constructing the hours that have been & have been had

"The loneliness of the oracle, the sadness of departure, the enigma of the hour."

Embarking on a nostalgic production?

"Death comes, obviously." (x3)

Heaven rose,

Lace backdrop, it's patterned wallpaper, and illustrated newspaper

all visible from down below

Hole of tooth or hole of eye, "...a wry metaphor."

but what for?

expertise uncredited within this imagined discipline

Then; a bouquet of flowers and some reflection on a shiny stage floor.

Posed as a classical Greek torso,

she spied from the kitchen

Romantic passengers

Dark dark mirror in the harsh glare of a bright Sun

Sunday, no sex in the museum

no bodily fluids and no mirrors, no blankets

Accumulated and organized, as a rupture of horticulture

Within the archive, oblivious to the darkness, She was pleased to see, the maverick approach at dawn

Fiction of coherence, watching through binoculars, including the visiting sister (or sibling)

Since dawn Monday a single strand of Spider web crossed five lanes of high-speed traffic.  Hanging above... Until she walked through it, perpendicular to the fine line (transparent, translucent) it drew through space, above roadblack tar and asphalt. Caught on one of her hairs, then pressed against her forehead by her velocity, all in the moment of one stride

Snapped then drifting, plummeting, through rotation and into destruction

"Following the news reporters and taking their photograph."

Providing the exhilarating revelation that we are free afterall.

"I believe in growing things & things which have grown and died magnificently!"

2.

thrumming

The great machinery of ideals

pursues the daughter of the west

laying, hanging her head on a book

The Smoke

along the back fence

becomes a figure

entering

thrumming keepable

she said, “mountainous space(s)”

he said, “the mountain, the place”

vast overlapping series of scenes, became a totem

and vanished before his last birthday

Silent even, unto the crow was she, (not remembering) even as the crow flew

across the crossroads,
All passions betrayed,

ugly and scabs, soon they will be made to fear

it’s a vision, maybe an illusionary,

tell the story of a man who time travels into the future of the world, and sees the apocalypse. In the process of returning to the present, he is turned into steel by a magnetic field. He is rendered mute, unable verbally to warn people of his time of the impending destruction. His attempts to communicate are ignored and mocked.

the thing it is

the canyon itself is a space

carved by a river, leaving a scar

     do you have a misses, and if you don’t then where’d she go and if you do then where’s she at?

tolling bell, enchanted and devoted realms

journeyed

the manifestation of

landmarks are supposed to be outstanding

asofyet Untitled, just barely, where were you then? who knows?  where the time goes?

thank god for the gentlemen and the fat women, milky secretions

wanted and deep secrets necessary in the alone and the dark

delicately crossed and double crossed reverberating acrosst the entire river.

received delivery, too busy fucking to worry about any kind of rocket ships, or satellites,

for that matter there was nothing else, lusts and being caught unawares, underwater, does the Serpent survive the flood? and why, so despised, did they save his life then, for his continual suffering at the hands of evil boys and the machine, inventing sin together,

dreaming the tractor and the jet engine, warm milk and turquoise, dimmed at the wingtip,

invisible in this dim, dim dawn

“I worry that everyone around me is a spy for something I hate…”

blue is still going on & on

strumming

They found the mystic treasure and a pair of pants changed ownership twice

once the American flag, thus

3.

a.

- arises directly from the spatial ramifications of raw numbers and patterns of logistics.

she hides her camouflage face in the moon

get the lookout and ensign together,

world destroyed, (his here, his heart) by her, on the lines

that empty space survives

undressing for the long black cloud

why try?

"if you say you will, I will love you still"

romantic grapes on the roses' lips

just anywhere at all, pressed against flesh

any reason at all? the secret shared in a place too public

he consults his atlas before leaving

receive and protect,

place the seeds below

to the doubt, Down

There will be only one finale.

"son I need your help with these pests"

all are cheap and dear, but some, the ones, still hold their heads high

chest out

“…don’t worry I won’t bother you now.

The sun is setting

my head is on fire

&

finally, you look so warm, my sisters!”

28th

Many now say
the sun is setting
Virtual lonely experience,
Plagues, thinking about how to not say it becomes an arrow.
Dragging down on the dirt behind(beneath) you?

Where did she conceal her jewels?
"what gorgeously subMissive tones from the (good) man."
Shrugs her shoulders, who cares, let them in. Quite the contrary...
The well-known engineer and the children who came on the Fourth of July weekend both went about it all wrong. (An attempt as though they'd never heard of it. )
With a plastic bag,
or with a block of clay, or brick,
or a newspaper,
or else a wig,

He was able to
Grab the fly
In mid-air
Hold it long enough for it to buzz its wings against each imploding plane of his hand,
realize there was no escape
And finally be
Crushed to death
Another fly, landed on the front tire of his bicycle as he traced the path of the river, as the wheel rotated, pointing the fly headfirst into the pavement
Upward swiftly, straight toward the Sun
"This slow spider dragging itself towards the light of the moon and that same moonlight, and you and I whispering at the gateway, whispering of eternal things, haven't we already coincided in the past? And won't we happen again on the long road, on this long tremulous road, won't we recur eternally?" N/Z

He was mad at god and she was afraid. In a protective membrane, far from what others may not want eyes upon. to search and hold
Thank goodness no interest or subscription,
Sickly peacock, or hen. Can fly just above the barbwire though.
A suspicious mirror, of distorted vision
From a diabolical object, the Witches collecting convex mirrors, recommending them to painters,
Prior to its present accuracy.
Energies (creatures and beings) captured in stones.
Held and hand closed
Alas bringing forth
an invisible creature
that causes the Death
Of any who
would stand in the way (as an obstacle) of it's holder
Does not reveal the essential point, the figure in question

against settled expectations and projections
 and the suggestion of an aptitude for repair, for fixing, for solving the problem with hands (and tools)
&thus the value increases
Tenfold, from morning to the night (and from night to the dawn)

Utopian glass architecture, everyone speaks with an accent and is understood (even their nick-names)
Emptyingthe vessel completely
Teeth pressed to teeth, front and back
Found the arrowhead as a bright and sudden reflection in the (dark of the) night.

1.
All occasion
earlier, later, louder, and longer
public / private
2.
Intellectual, honorable, accountable
Thinking only of the one blood

"all the women, loving other women, had odd haircuts, which was fine, for all the children were already gone." in a familiar voice, attached to the wrong face, attaché in a paper bag.
Vagueness surrounding, this creates
intense atmosphere
Of disquiet and uncertainty

Digestion is determined so much by thoughts. (our state, at the time.)
...that ends with the castle on fire and a lot of people walking home through the dark woods.
When even God was a child...

Benevolence falsely to avoid the worst of desperation, "I don't know if that's what's going on or not, but it's an interesting theory."
"the responsibility of success or failure weighed heavily upon me"

Since his story climaxes with the artist lost at sea
In this position or in that position
Offhand evergreen, and with no truth whatsoever.
They could read it all and so we were fully in danger.
"privacy is priceless to me..."
Of the night entire
Large blue wing above the inferno, "her gods know us"
"I went to see her
Away back, in the dim distance
Bosoms of our truly hazardous undertaking we were warned"
They met in secret, crafting manifestos (as we speak) using code-words and pseudonyms to avoid disappearing in the night. The newspaper and the printing-press had been burned the fascists could not even know their intentions or ideology. & it was of no matter to them

a weekend of crowns
She kept them apart, never introducing the one to the other, procuring the proper gemstones
Never to be left alone together, the northern wolf enters
& as she does the moon disappears from the ceiling and the corset
Stalks the grounds, teeth gnash a silent fortune

A totem of devotion
And a heart (once beating) into the camera
"through and through"
Atomic
"instead of sitting here, sit there! & demand freedom!"

A mere look, sound, or motion
A mistake or accident
(a want)
The god she has got has so many songs to sing.
Contemplating the distance
As birds that perish within tempests
with eyes of blur, or blue, more often ...unaware if receiving immortality and so unable to collect or exchange. A basket if flowers
Or a bag of rocks,
The flowers filling the bag also
Remember to bring a ten-pound grand piano and unroll a paper Moon (any phase you like)

"what kind of world do we in fact want; and by what means, or paths, are we most likely to get there?"

"Be not deceived. Revolutions do not go backward." 
(y en espanol) "No se dejen engañar. Las revoluciones no ir hacia atrás"