Tag Archives: identity

natural method

natural method

 

resolve, to capture

the renegade story,

the “r” that drops without effort;

hum an imprecise self,

hover above a wood floor as a

ghost—between adobe, a window, and a phrase

invented to keep away

from raging impermanence,

undertow of the closest light source

to bang our bodies against

 

 

 

 

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unmastered

unmastered

 

 

to start, to walk

 

 

at the cusp

 

where is she founded?

 

awareness—

 

 

flesh around the bones

belongs to her

 

 

better her than the wind

 

***

 

this segment of the woods—

does not disperse

with the breath

 

sensitive to thought

noise and the wide open aperture

at noon

 

 

(an imperceptible hinge–starts

 

the continuous now

 

 

 

***

 

 

proliferate

small beings

flit

from an echo

 

peripheral

relations—

 

we read them in their bones

 

 

***

 

 

water

collects around an edge—

through—

beyond—

woven-in—

 

all, all the sky

the brush

the ribs

birds

breath

all, woven-in

 

 

***

 

 

one step

 

one step

 

 

in the sand

repetition

 

 

silence

 

 

***

 

there are no masters

no tether

no never

no lonely stone

 

***

 

 

when at the end,

 

 

keep walking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

such a gorgeous entrance

such a gorgeous entrance

 

epithought

 

as the rain in small

drops inter

ject,

 

hands

that stretch the edges—

 

from within

the witnessed margins

 

she and the heft

without an edge—

 

“the word

moon doesn’t even appear

in the calculations”—

 

to not know what to do

in the collapsing figure,

to admit not knowing

 

indulge not knowing

 

“a gorgeous

entrance”—a decision

 

she places herself along with the furniture,

one with the woodwork she—

 

not so much as a breath and she’s

a no name story

with such big windows

 

 

 

 

Emmanuel Hocquard’s POEM (section 1.) is quoted: “the word moon . . .”