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an unpublished exquisite sublimity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

the resultant offspring

the resultant offspring (bright white, wish for her own cottage, and acknowledgment in the morning, before bed)
ambitious new talents
faceless conspiracies vs. great dictators
heuristics
a ventriloquist who hears voices
bare ruined choirs, where late, the sweet birds sing

(something that is not form) & Form
fusion synergy
master plan flexible
imagination without end (limit)
using magic as their entry-point
magical, incomprehensible area of radically other space, an enigmatic (and dangerous) space of otherness

intensifying noncoincidences,
transcends mystical tigers in the silence of the night,
...in which a post-civilized Earth offers only the most abundant and riotous purely organic imagery, the cultural and artificial having long since vanished.

There is nothing to match the splendor of the Sun's red sword, slashing for the first time through our millennial gloom!
"Their exuberant and wild fecundity promised the inevitable victory of nature — a nature which is fertile, democratic, and free.  Nature has never seemed  more beautiful than in her destruction of tyranny!"

a spider (lithe, quick, thin and black) is captured with a slip of fine paper and a cocktail glass and released onto the grave of a fish, uncontested champion

analogous moments of mystery, narrative rather than descriptive,
meaning synchronous with experience,
banner waving
the animal holding its plumage up into the wind

gratuitous complication of existence, right?
complications of fusion, participatory fantasy, this reference is no less confusing,
Sequence of events designed to be as unintelligible as possible
until ultimate conspiracy revealed? noting the opposite, in the frozen and chaotic results, the landscape itself speaking a kind of glossolalia.

becoming dematerializing
refrangible
Prudent Miracle
(an outlaw and surrounded by impenetrable mystery...)
salubrious Janus
indestructible magnanimity,
the front of the stage, from where the figures speak, is plunged into darkness, and the space from where the figures come into the frame, light and attention focused,

even in a gesture or a wink, everything is calculated yet swift and instantaneous
Apparently, therefore, the so-called protagonist discovers something which we know already, within a cognitive & puzzle-solving form where we ourselves come to learn something new.
(In joy we learnt the secrets of the wild.)

a self that hasn't been touched before
strata, softly, precisely, then one atop another, a very large space, another layer remembered, tying up, together, loose ends

they drift towards destruction at the South Pole, which they imagine as an open spinning vortex of eternity, its walls of ice "a gigantic amphitheater, the summit of whose walls is lost in the darkness and the distance."
this only endures a few days or a few weeks or a month,
the roaring circle of ice
— or, like a volcano; drawing magic circles in the soil, pouring perfume in the fire, and spinning the pentacle,

the composite passion is somewhat more obscure, attempting, as it is, to name something of which we are not conventionally aware currently
illicit commingling of material and enthusiasm
deepening gulfs between the worlds, canyons, a breathtaking dive into
nothing is really the stage of human habitat
dramatic conclusions
drastic conclusions

[which can only be appreciated when read after midnight "in the house of an amiable woman" while holding a print illustrating the structure held in one's hand.]

"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.

Her lovely hunt, ... for ddwthrmn

Her lovely hunt,
you know I'll do anything for you
"the waves will extend out and outward, and the stone will remain unchanged."

all of them, "your sister is very beautiful." and without the disguise more so
that's why Broken Arrow waved his finger
down the road so dark and narrow,
wild dogs barking way down below

Along a threshold all along
an inevitable contingency, perhaps perilous, who knows, more stairs necessary
a thread that runs between these symbols is stitched to your body, a stream of blood, from her eyes to his eyes,

the dust never had any dust
an elusive animal is an instructional tool, with a preface,
a relationship she had had
intuitions about the meanings
talking about grass cannot feed the horses
to not do what they knew how to do, a cross-cultural encounter with the supernatural

public, political, technical, and fragile
the length or distance of the limb or appendage, culmination if great effort, secret oculus "they have not lost a hole all day long. take a long look at this one"

glacis (camouflage amulet)
"Everything at a distance turns into poetry: distant mountains, distant people, distant events; put this poem somewhere far away from you."
opposite stripes on opposite sides,
and the now glittering, pounds and pounds of white, opalescent glitter, broadcast in the vestal snow,

the stone gospel
still summarizing yesterday,
according to the rule which says that what never began ends without having taken place.
she was expert at concealment (of what) though she would smile as she wrote it, as she recorded in script,

blank beyond blank
blank and the blank conspiracy, apologizing in advance, listening to him go on and on about the future will be, blue shadow nodding continuously behind, his head in his hand
framing from an interior

scandals, illegal activities, performed on an outdoor stage,
"& they were all naked"
exposes the situation as limits
"Does anybody have anything that is really up there right now?"
an inverted pyramid, again? unbreakable chains afterall,
as the edge
the shy isolation of not knowing which angle to take
beyond the summit of the black wall
without space, not sense (nor secrets or sex)
don't hold your breath, you got your point across
How did they know what they knew?
Who were those people tonight? How can this thing last?

virtual souvenir
with / if, no shift in value, resembling inflation
"Today, real life lies hidden in fantasies beneath dazzling surfaces, in stones now made hollow.",
key signs, symbols, blackened,
a cave impregnated with an  intelligent mineral computer system
into a cave, during the cold, if possible

The "discoveries" were being made without them; young& new, they had a "buzz"
the feeling is blind and the relevance is vague
water rushing underneath the house, basement as river,
a well-told story
keeps on burning, a familial reputation for
Our more explicit understanding
the dreams die hardest when she actually believes in her self, really and truly and there is unscalable
even looking out the window... amnesia or dementia, which?
A fight in the middle of the night, dirty water
extracts and fragments (witches' brew) together in one volume, the pages saturated,
don't look for bird eggs in a cuckoo clock.

numerous lucid conciliations,
scenarios proposing an alternative, the wish
and its elaboration

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

talk to yourself
look at the view
run around naked

no. 1
yearnings for height and depth meet and merge.
agile magnetism of the flower, the dream of union is born in the image of a new seed.
fruit of long experience
subtle distinct shifts
differences in + of scale

Nothing in the castle
(building someone else's tower.
& the center(s) of the universe)
"They arrived one after the other in succession..."
they so far unknowing, yet an
introduction to what awaits us in the future.
"Let us take the last 25 years, just a quarter century — and recall what conquests in the sphere of human technology have been accomplished before our eyes — ..."
Even if you meditate on those far-off days when the sun will cease to shine and all forms of life die out upon the Earth, nevertheless there is still plenty of time before us.
"ancillary or destiny
it is my fate"
(what we wish while waiting)
revving up the engine

no. 2
everything electric and / or motorized is expendable
capillary action, how far ? an inch and a half or four and one half centimeters
share the whole feast between them, feet first, head first
seconds, moments, same...
if we could meet, on many mornings
see her there
example;
afterthought (as if the outcome could be other)

no one had thought of this before then, anything so bad, now we know they have

watching the traffic, even unto autumn,
another, larger animal's full set of teeth, within my mouth, and an entirely new diet. you must find your niche.
more than 30 years since then
and I still don't know
if it is all my fault...
that I had no way of knowing
permanence (and affect )
final always, "it will be the only one..."
The above is not fiction.

they eat flowers for dada weatherman

they eat flowers
with their tongues
and bend their backs
lateblooming wildflower,
raging, instability of after harvest,
the song of the women (present) is to invite you

"I know someone who can."
laugh, new neon colors
drinking the fruit, eating the fruit, smashing the fruit all over my face,
walking the streets this way, at the usual time, or much later
in the wet weather past

(nature is the emotional thermometer outside the window)
the mysterious female is the valley from which the world has emerged,
turning over in measure
just put them in, seeds and all
foreign rotation, the beginning anyway( is the end)
the flame returns
a horde, fed to satiation, with the feeling, no matter how much

maybe it's fire that spreads climbing the hill, its belly,
"something that she said," she says (sweating)
at the top of the hill, subtly pointed horizon, the original there...
you always pass in front of me, so I burn for you

cut not softened, possibility of scarring.
fiction (friction)
We construct abandoned bridges.
strings attaching
to make a net, broken-faced resents, doesn't like what he's catching. his ocean is only filled with
what he put there, repopulating another gulf eventually, & some of this is genetic materials

a sword stabbed (embedded) into the ground, perhaps to grow green leaves of happiness

bisected difficulty in covering withmetal
challenges of, a skin ofmetal
wall removed, floor removed
corresponding spectacularly with a vanishing point;
no possible center,
not opposites / differences or degrees, temperature
storm approaches, only from the left, throwing it far, when the news is received
but these things these things are told like a mystery

glossolalic ambidexter, fictive
edited ... deadly duels and dark deceptions,
murmur (more a whisper) radius
latent

flower unfolded itself
wider spreads fire
(violet periphery)
in the dark-blue night, above the treeline, remembered other dreams
Out in the rain, thunder holds a grudge (he in his interior speed)

my gaze surviving
& the beast, still...
red-skinned and shitting from his mouth, this time
each finger a forked tongue
entering upon sudden understanding
making himself aware of such difficulties. a boulder crashing down singularly and suddenly , again & again (and him under...)
we do not feel as we want any longer, we can feel what we are
in these still apparently holy surroundings
the demolition can occur in the hearing of...

concatenation, encephalograph
temporal impossibility paradise
impossible to make spelling mistakes, one decade before the millennium
do not dare, I say god be damned shut that right the fuck down right now, directly
I will not let you
that was always a bad idea, a pox
memory of water hypothesis
"looking out the windows, peering out the venetian blinds" he

we approach the present, toward recognition
older, younger, anything, music unheard.
a (space)ship adrift, for how long
recollection of navigation
Perfect example of where we should have been, attempting to get lost
deep within

in a hollow of the space that spreads,
stark gestures, the strength of edges (larilla)
and my body is the surrounded space
reversible in the reflection of a shadow, "My eyes threw themselves all over, piercing seeing and sleeping."
(ellipses, passage between)

approximate and unharmonic colors
strafing
punishing center, incendiary devices
nice as well
to live in a cave alone, drinking your tears

napalm on wildflowers,
as far as I know
thriving in a warm environment, warm and wet,
tear-stained from beneath,
Dividing the grass in search of the snake
marginal daydream

a star in an eggshell, or; an egg with the flesh of a star
once stained, remains stained...
even when discarded, audio artifacts, two kinds of information at once is imagination and the imaginal,
every single calorie (necessary heat) and the star measured thusly