"embracing the moon..."

"embracing the moon, birds return to the forest, (young water) black dragon wags its tail"
"...this is real, this is the concern about the lone wolf,"
waxing taxonomical, distinguishing lone wolves from known wolves
catastrophically different present, contingent content, plus appendage,
paradox contained in a vitrine,
Nonetheless seem to believe the danger flows chiefly their way.
only posing as an ideologically sympathetic individual, and to coax, coach, hoax
towards actions
within reality (ongoing (non)linear processes)

making life better through the blood, without seeing,
the evil of another does not make you good
"I crossed the black cat's path. the black cat did not cross my path."

seeds covered in sugar
(first move) With A Roll of the Dice

diagram for an underground fortification placed next to them, speculations about an impregnable fortress,
hiding substantive and deep equivocations, and the bird, with a holographic mask

dry your eyes on me, dry your eyes on me
I wish I could remember the 1st time this happened, or when this first happened (aka youth)
"Melody Attack" initially, like a NoiseFold
In this debate - which we should just call a soliloquy - facts seem to not be listening,
She repeats, "You seem to not be listening."

conspicuous inefficacy, repudiating their own semiological
teaser spoiler, these are all hers
frenzy risqué
fast noise, melody attack,

and then
descent of animals into the valley at night
sonnets of the chimeras are masterpieces of occult
internal momentum, turbulent breakdown, shared universally, like it or not, perspective on the world is reversed (line to circle), formal requirement,
sinister dimension?, something observable, contemporary of Machiavelli,
"the people without land" / "the land without people"

each double-page marking up every illustration with numbered footnotes that explain the objects / details
the line grows
 the intricacies of the joyful early,
sparkling and before the drought.
concealment coming from a place of deep personal reflection

the broken (out)lines of the theater
two on the roof, silence shattered, staccato percussion,
a snare drum being
played as hard and fast as possible, in an otherwise empty, abandoned, wild, or isolated place

flesh in and out of focus
only meeting clandestinely,
equally significant, predestined harmony, on the inside straight, variants of apologia (for burning all the churches, banks, seats of government, etc, (for example))

You don't even know what's happening, yet you're sure you want it to end.
memory makes for a very poor archive...
The opposite of one deep truth is not something which is wrong, but is itself another deep truth.

Milky Way Standing Upright

Milky Way standing upright

Under Heaven

Underground

(piercing through to another sky)

a way to measure my height

a gemstone concealed beneath the hem, behind the eyes

A few days later it was announced by the herald that

This was so long before now

A now previous to this one, these ones

the Earth with Antarctica facing us

running in a rising sea of dust, as the days warmed, as they continue to

(Her eyes were warm and wet and there was no fear in them)

He may be the active Bear

(Wicked sweet million)

I must remain in the hole

"Would you be willing to act the bear for me?"

(Whispering all he intended to do, announcing his intentions.)

"I stand waiting for I know not what."

Passed to her with both hands, ceremonially.

Threnody for monsters,

all wearing terrible masks

In hindsight, with hindsight

Children eating precious metals

On some conspicuous plain

Consequences of a gravity not excluding bloodshed

courageous young musicians

Thunderer

geometrical, abstract

Buttresses all along the outer walls

Hawk soars far above, the small orchestra rehearsing beneath filigree of paper crepe

I cannot describe just how I was attired or painted

walk off with my eyes on the ground to a new vantage point

Kept looking, even after

"He can see beyond the horizon."

making a dramatic entry

(The theater or the ballet;

Cannon) legs outstretched

Arc forward and arc back, every arc convex, she herself, full-length

Round shape of breath around curved glass

(...beauty yet remains in intimate situations)

"Anyway, she says that I will change my mind."

"About here or her?"

"About everything..."

Movies shown in a building where moths endlessly dove headlong into the screen, wherever brightest

Glint of an eye or starkly illuminated cheekbone (Summer thunderheads)

The air( & space) between two pieces of paper, silk or velvet

out of orbit

when it hits the ground

the damage it could do

(away & into)

“I don’t see the sense in stampeding into a course of action we may all regret.”

every train driven off the cliff, we removed the bridge

or into the river, or into the sea

or we redirected the tracks to lead into the ocean

drive them all at full speed, fill them to the brim with people

& all that is lost, & all that is lost

Lost

the wheat rots, is rotten, or the mice get into it, or the weevils (can still be eaten, has been, we were poor and it was pancakes and the butter and syrup made them delicious and mom made them special) or it gets wet, someone spills something on it

water or whatever they’re drinking, and it’s no good after it gets wet

the measurements are all off and it can’t be kept long

Lock the door, no apologies

the blue boy screamed, “There’s no bread in the breadbox!”

God-damn history, all the sugar comes from slaves anyway

“Whose mess is this?!”

need to get my shit together

(a great mind)

absolutely; a precise position, if it is within a frame

Rare earth element

When the heat of my mind

was enough to keep us warm

beneath the clear sky,

melted gems

What are the roots that hold?

(can’t even remember the word to be kept) no longer

No matter the cost?

No matter the cost.

like some ancient god

time-displaced regeneration device from an apocalyptic future

people are hearing,

ask me for help, don’t go to the doctor

you grew it all out

you grew all out, came into it, gripping me

so tight held in the museum

both hands holding, we were going to part, for some time

not by any real choice, merely necessary,

with all my hair on top of your head, on top of your hair, you grew it all out

look hard for a reason

mated for life, Spring opens the game

we surround the whole thing with flowers, the whole continent.

tiger tongue, tiger tongue,

see her reflected in his glasses,

golden bird lands in the middle of a bouquet