shadows advancing... for gh

shadows advancing from the Rocky Mountains
...despite being fateful agents
lower portions painted
Well before the snowfall (their curves are glazed), with (the most beautiful, elaborate, intricate, ornate) frost
from so close up
to discover its totality, and the new arrangements of its mass

the barking dogs introduce the possibility of awakening
Fourteen identical gods, moving outward in the fourteen directions.
from the center remaining there as they continue

topped by long poles
which ended
in waving black flags
atop an ancient musical instrument
superimposed onto a vessel/ship made of stone

penance of forever darkened
"...then you can get both, or pulled apart."
can't completely overcome the worry, phantom talons
Grand Owl's habitat

"Any mistake I ever made was an accident. Every mistake I ever make is an accident. Every mistake I ever make will be an accident."
she had a pretty beard
her first scream (remains, still) the white-hot blade of a lightning bolt right in front of the eyes of all the birds in the woods.
"It really hurts and it never stops."

on again the night before,
hail, heavy rain rings all metal as a bell, home is right behind

teeth all green, all red, all white
all this milk. one in red, singing song of the day's measure
one in black, mostly, singing in the dark history of the night, if we are right here

becoming feverish
Blood faded by the sun from red to gold
gradient through and including fruit colors, faced with such a spectacle

"Her belly is the whole harvest,
her torso bursts into fireworks from her arched back, (modeled on a swallow's two wings)
sing and float perfumes...Her hair"

subtle terrain,
black dome (of night)
From some earlier point
two points nearer one another
subtly from the scale of themselves
and dramatic from the scale of the surface of said sphere
from here the reach of the celestial hunter extends,
This Arrow
on the Painter's imaginary window
which opened up endlessly repeating vistas, baffling at first glance

whose large flowers fascinated her
on waking
there's a star that quivers
and then immediately and ferociously avoids all that seeks
hunger for the love that she lusts for, knowing each aspiration

...looking as though the flame has swept over all of them...
(Orange)
the word symphony has been used
it will always remain essential to an emotional appreciation of the monument

many animals caught in the same net at the same time; birds and fish and ...
an unknown light
curious contrasts, antiquarian research, in high snowy mountains  (tar, lava, chalk, larva)
umbrella spire and inner axis

snails gorging themselves on fruit
Hares & bells
"I don't know why I feel this way.
Is that okay?"
one must discover its causes
pointing the finger
an advertisement?
inadvertent cacophonies,
impossible to recognize, the emotion one would imagine such news would evoke
Reaction on the scale of the event, vague and increasing with time
the uproar mounting with an abundance of contortions, in the corners

held between what we should and what we will
When the wind blows uphill
an the river flows down hill, rapidly
what profane interpretation confines itself to, after all.

"don't move"
branch bears their weight, graciously stripped of the more delicate foliage, twigs and this years growth
reaching low and long, bowed by being pulled to the ground

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

Set aflame and consumed thereby for Gashound

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Set aflame and consumed thereby
If he is going to ask questions he must also listen I the answers
Accepting the condition of total visibility
World's greatest actor & liar
She's still trying to figure things out
"I know someone who can."
He has all the materials
He needs to put it together
Though she won't say exactly what
"This isn't even what I do anyway,
though I wish I had both forms."

Red birds, a pair, from two perspectives
Fingernails in the ashes
A migration, a distinct aim, accented,
One pressing the other again(st)
As though retaining. Despite being embedded, or subtly ejected beyond
Blue curve crossing a grey line, blue over into the gray
River cut slant-wise, diagonal, serpentine back-and-forth
Across the freeway

Experiences of the flesh, moments of the sonata, glimmering of the luminous field
We never catch sight of each other...
Movement is such that it would take extraordinary luck
A mass held, gyrating
On how many axis?

"I hear you have a lot of friends..."
Cause of the uncanny
The stone too heavy to lift
"What kinds of skeletons?"
buried together
(retreats to her bones)
He has an enormous tongue
So he licks her and licks her
His tongue is as tall as she

Pressing both horizons
Two hands, pressed together at the palms
closed off in the tight hold of an all-encompassing grip
Circular axis

Time is critical, ever-growing picture
Increasing polarization and contradictions, an ever-growing paradox
"Not much chance of that."
"You've been fighting it ever since."
Always a few inches longer
Than the father
Can't even remember.
"It's almost Winter
Put on the fat
Wrap it around, drape it over"

One more
One more
One more
"I am all alone."
Very much lost, all that can't be recollected
Felt and ball bearings on the
Flooded basement (floor), the iconic vista crumbles down, scree
Alas, realizing the loss
Returns nothing
Only endless echo, ringing
From horizon to horizon
Pressing both opposite walls

Ride into the Sun
It's hard to live in the light
"Whose sphere is the infinite
The mystery of the sublime
Of space and energy"
& biological force
"You've been fighting it ever since."

In tatters before
The infinite drunken dream
A flag fluttering
Where time ends
accuracy as to pierce one arrow, midair, with another
redirected flight
To express the loss of time
cold crystallography,
without a plan, none possible, all impossible
Rise out of and fall back into the sea

Hissing snake,
balancing on the tips of its forked tongue, outstretched
She suggests another, of two serpents a circle formed
An act of swallowing its material genesis
Down the throat deep

How high birds fly
In stochastic migration
"I've got no chance
Of losing this time..."
Fed the ghost sugar
Crude clay sugar bowl
Left by the door, over night, a week or more
Still an unidentified roaring passed the window
& unable to orient
Folded habitation
Should have sent this sooner, eavesdropping further she still doesn't quite catch anymore
"The question is what inspires the flight in the first place?"
Never laugh at anyone else's joke ever again

humming
Many many sad catastrophes
Say her name one-hundred times each day
and no wraith, only loving embrace
Is this dramatic or natural?
Romantic?
at home dreaming
Of bombings and kidnappings
The hurricane and the wildfire arrive anyway

Two soft voices, speak of imperfection
From the end of the long hall, in the rear of the museum
Dust blown
and so strewn
merely
Merely erodes, in the friction
Between solid matter and amorphous fluids

Silently, single-file, shadows long
High above the river
No one could dream harder, open the back, then a dance in four parts
Promising something else
Obviously revealed, let known, made known
Forgotten counter-history

Sound of an echoing pendulum
Stallion with cloven hooves
Ride into the night, ride into the night
Riding into the night
Ride on through the night
Galloping
Onward to victory in the void, to ascend, unbending
Over gold, over silver, over oil
Unvanquished stallion
Under the hollow earth, each direction upward
"Even the strongest must eventually bow"
(and the bow is what launches the arrow)

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.