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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.

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she moves north

she moves north

 

toward the high plain

 

absolved, perimeter lines

where climates

are fixed

 

a deferred hail storm

 

between self

and sky

 

the point of incident

still here,

beneath the pine

 

as interior elements

 

travels through northern

vosotros—

interior codes

never switch

 

and sits, ungroomed,

around the woodfire

 

you can felt the remnants

to house a bird

 

that’s an element

to forget

and learn again

 

 

forgo

forgo

 

he moves

toward the open

ocean

though his rations

are ashore—

 

naming, competing,

breathing

 

other verbs

tangle

and surface

at the shoreline

 

the sky pulls out

accumulated

toxins

at an entry point

 

silver glint,

dolphin’s eye—

recall

 

the written world

continues to talk–

 

 

unwritten,

threads currents

that launch

ships

 

 

 

 

 

Fathom line

Fathom line

 

sounding line with fathom points

in areas of known depth

 

or, off soundings,

interpret as:

limitless

 

a sinuous line connects all points

similar, thus the contours

wide enough

to encircle

with extended arms

 

this morning is other mornings

while singular as to be never lived again

 

can it be that two people in a photograph

ascend into ruins and look around—

at an extent, outside limits familiar

with no way to lift even one of the stones

that form the arc overhead, hears a voice

skip surface across gray walls

having yet to seep down

 

that rows of faces on the bus are vibrations

in glance and gesture, repeat

all the way, long after destination,

with plastic sacks of fruit,

and handmade purse in rainbow

hues, as tribute at the feet

of correlation

 

vegetal cognition turns away

from a cobbled city where alas,

trinkets fall into the palm as bound

morphemes, as in pre-

un- ness-and -y, and cannot

stand alone as a known

 

and in an alley, an anonymous

dog barks repeat, laying claim

to this territory

 

where, within the lines, the same word

means to attach and to sever;

as a seine net gathers

every object spanning yes

and no

 

the sound of light in waves

as the dark part of the morning

subsides

 

re-emerges as ululation

between source

and surface