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Veils of code

Veils of code

Hint of aftermath—along the route. To claim damage potential as an act. From a safe position, film every action-reaction as a neat package. Best to leave part to the imagination. Best to write loose across a wide page. Precision will come later. The route widens with so many people and people in cars. Routine movements within, and stop, and go. A loaf of bread, espresso. There is nothing to complain about, so sigh. A thin residue on the glass is not bipolar in/of itself. The bird highway baffles as always. One in the front, and a view from the back.

It appears we’ve lost the route; rain in veils. What’s left out in the rain? (It never rains). Without the sky, we’re aimless. Pulse of blood in finger tips. A leaf fell from a full tree in the rain. It never pays to be at the front where the action grows. A stunt to find another route. Let the words trail off the page. Only the birds are certain of their actions. The phone in my pocket breeds code as a desperate stunt to find a new route.

Peripheral

Peripheral

 

Blurred total,

absent the blind area,

out of reach of the pendula,

the bird arc.

 

An unseen violence

must be undone to complete

the image,

 

origin, Ur,

of urge,

 

reciprocate habit

of looking through and past, but only

a half-look, like a move

through the half open door.

 

Better to not look on the hour.

Better wait longer, to note changes,

otherwise feel a fool to the primal

Locatur,

Time.

 

Elements are around you—no use

gathering them,

or they overwhelm.

 

Multiple avenues just out of view

must converge

as all things do,

but the unifier is missing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dark matter

Dark matter

 

Revert to entry: handmade holes

knit together homely hours.

 

Turn back—repetition

masks there is nothing, no

thing where the spirit apparently

nested.

 

Rounded out,

a shape  —  threaded

feathers, filtered sunlight,

excrement, and sweetgrass.

 

Constant variable, an entry.

 

An inevitable unknown.

Fingers unfold, light

formed only. A lie unwinds

in the eye, of lines and texture.

The hard surface of a window.

 

Directive to move through glass.

Will the body unfold further? Breath-

fog, matter to live on,

maintains the tethers;

 

the spider’s

web, canopy bird,

garden cataract, crumbs,

film on the table

of spilled coffee,

gravity–

no explanation given.

 

 

 

 

Locus

Locus

 

early

dawn light at ease

in the bedrock

 

the conjunction

very little sleep

 

(pressure

 

 

night and language,

a symbol disappeared into

liquid depths,

neck broke

 

now ankle-deep, walks

from the flooded field

 

 

*

 

the length of a bird’s

claw

 

numbers become

irrelevant

 

infinite

intersecting

planes

 

in the old tree

 

 

*

 

grey wooden fence

two Canada geese

wire and brick through peeled stucco

yellow weed in the sidewalk

storm-sky through wires

no sign

 

*

 

news of a murder

on tv—

invisible forces.

 

Within a constellation,

imperceptible movement.

 

An alarm

vibrates.

 

*

The vertebral body

persists

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

alternate truth

alternate truth

 

 

the road through concrete

canyon cannot hold

 

 

a voice yells in an alley

candy wrapper

in the grating

wet cardboard box

cigarette

penny

reflection

 

 

all erodes

eventually

 

 

water,

air

find home

beneath asphalt

 

 

 

absent

ideology?—

 

 

“things as they are”

expands

 

 

*

 

 

less an antidote—

 

 

 

 

nourishment

 

*

 

 

algebraic confrontations

clog perception

 

 



Thanks Ms. Kellyann Conway for giving us “alternate facts” this morning. What a vein of gold you’ve given us. To the rest of us: fiercely protect the freedom of the press at all costs.

after the procession

after the procession

 

snow covers the monument

the tree-punctured sky

does not speak

 

an engine grinds

through the heart

of every brick

 

ridiculed to the point

of treason—

 

an avenue is not for walking

 

the ancient city

heaves up its dead

 

in the fliers and posters

that cover concrete walls—

 

the weight–

our armor,

our weakness

 

messages in cursive

 

stare hard at the face

in front of you

to remember

yourself before—

 

the lines and creases

words writhing

 

someone left the door ajar

to instinctive cruelties

 

to get out from the wall—

 

 

once it breaks, it breaks.

winter method

winter method

 

sound wavers within the altitude

 

small grains move between here

and the horizon

 

locus of the principe

 

territorial boundaries

 

in the repeat story,

as canyoned as marrow bones

 

*

 

a conifer grows northward

toward an anonymous star—

only a percent

 

ultimate joys

imprint

 

these roots gently in leftover nebulae

 

*

 

too, a story of fog—

 

molecules

stand up, begin slow movements

toward the hearer

 

*

 

hoof beats absorbed in the sand—

the she-horse escapes

east, down the road

 

everyone waits outside

infinity

 

 

ph(r)ase

ph(r)ase

 

synchronous

operation

opens hues only known

in passing—

 

the mind precedes

and follows by long

pauses

 

reach in, the image

swirls in displacement—

as known principle

that forms the earth,

her fragment moons

so ejected

 

leave aperture open and you’ll see

what they mean this is only

one phase of the question

 

sound- and scent-

triggers: bullfrog brooding

in the ditch, creaks the branch

against the trunk in the wind

 

our continuous kin, opens all windows

and screens thus replaced—

 

winds through gallery of all remnants

now displaced

 

weaves meaning, a unit

untethered from perception—

often the scale is wrong the words

wrong, but kinesthetic impulse,

auto correct

 

I’m telling you, I didn’t hear

what you heard. Song bird’s opteryx

lineage. Aquifers’

abduction. A honey bee

dies inside a flower. All

is meanwhile—

 

I fear I have no reason

to return, to intercept

of perception

and words