Tag Archives: Humanity

gesture

gesture

 

confined to a wall

limits of original language

iteration

head or hand

 

human form, architect

the collarbone,

linear air

 

in shadow,

tender, and

thrumming, a half lit

halo dances along the wall

 

why follow one source?

 

pattern of sound,

a hand waves the air

 

spider’s web thin–

juncture, a note

 

identity

 

 

 

 

 

 

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that’s not what this is

that’s not what this is

 

 

a package

once opened

past limits

leaves all wires exposed

 

 

a decision has been made

 

 

you were peeled away

and hung there, in a hole

behind the law

 

if you had reached

across, the border

would have grown

to absorb you

 

there is no entry and no

leaving

 

 

in an effort to diffuse

the witness—

 

(never agree to what

you’ve seen)

 

call the word out

as it is,

 

through the reflection,

 

 

through to the ground

 


 

 

 

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depth cues

depth cues

 

half in the sun, half

out, the right leg in halves,

quantifiable

 

implies divisions are tactile,

set in motion by an Ur

gesture, breathing in,

out, to let go,

as the declination

inclines

 

we can agree

the horse stands

at the far side of the blue

fence—we agree

 

but inclined, his nose

on the near side, reaches

for hours—

 

and the eye in residual

motion sees only

a crossing

 

I see motion

only after you move—

thought surfaces

across your face

a second before

 

I feel in my heart

a depth charge

 

I used to think wild

berries grew as the fruit

of dreaming; from within

the green and the dark,

such sweet, and bitter gestures

 

so knowing the circuitous

route of a songbird, the way

the other animals move

without obligation

or codes of reason

 

you can never trick your mind

to undo what’s done; objects

absorb as much as they can,

and reject the rest, which is

where we find ourselves

subject

 

 

cosmic bodies

when cosmic bodies seeded

space–presolar bonds

ejected from the singularity

to which none return

 

you have to muddle along

within microwave noise

as a learned skill, like driving

a one ton machine easier than

sleep, and by the very existence of,

accumulate credit scores that trail

as distant meteor tails

 

with no concept of origin distance

the generative state recedes

back to the planetesimal,

a hard place, where words

seem like places to start from