doom
and counter-
doom.
The clapped-on
skull, at whose
sleepless temple a will-
of-the-wisping hammer
celebrates all that in
worldbeat.
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P ATHS IN THE SHADOW-BREAK
of your hand.
From the four-finger-furrow
I root up the
petrified blessing.
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W HITEGRAY of
shafted, steep
feeling.
Landinward, hither
drifted sea oats blow
sand patterns over
the smoke of wellchants.
An ear, severed, listens.
An eye, cut in strips,
does justice to all this.
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W ITH MASTS SUNG EARTHWARD
the sky-wrecks drive.
Onto this woodsong
you hold fast with your teeth.
You are the songfast
pennant.
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T EMPLECLAMPS ,
eyed by your malar bone.
Its silverglare there
where they gripped:
you and the rest of your sleepâ
soon
will be your birthday.
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N EXT TO THE HAILSTONE , in
the mildewed corn-
cob, home,
to the late, the hard
November stars obedient:
In the heartthread, the
knit of worm-talkâ:
a bowstring, from which
your arrowscript whirrs,
archer.
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T O STAND , in the shadow
of the stigma in the air.
Standing-for-no-one-and-nothing.
Unrecognized,
for you
alone.
With all that has room in it,
even without
language.
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Y OUR DREAM , butting from the watch.
With the wordspoor carved
twelve times
helically into its
horn.
The last butt it delivers.
In the ver-
tical narrow
daygorge, the upward
poling ferry:
it carries
sore readings over.
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W ITH THE PERSECUTED in late, un-
silenced,
radiating
league.
The morning-plumb, gilded,
hafts itself to your co-
swearing, co-
scratching, co-
writing
heel.
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T HREADSUNS
above the grayblack wastes.
A tree-
high thought
grasps the light-tone: there are
still songs to sing beyond
mankind.
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I N THE SERPENTCOACH , past
the white cypress,
through the flood
they drove you.
But in you, from
birth,
foamed the other spring,
up the black
ray memory
you climbed to the day.
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S LICKENSIDES , fold-axes,
rechanneling-
points:
your terrain.
On both poles
of the cleftrose, legible:
your outlawed word.
Northtrue. Southbright.
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W ORDACCRETION , volcanic,
drowned out by searoar.
Above,
the flooding mob
of the contra-creatures: it
flew a flagâportrait and replica
cruise vainly timeward.
Till you hurl forth the word-
moon, out of which
the wonder ebb occurs
and the heart-
shaped crater
testifies naked for the beginnings,
the kings-
births.
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----
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( I KNOW YOU , you are the deeply bowed,
I, the transpierced, am subject to you.
Where flames a word, would testify for us both?
Youâall, all real. Iâall delusion.)
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E RODED by
the beamwind of your speech
the gaudy chatter of the pseudo-
experiencedâthe hundred-
tongued perjury-
poem, the noem.
Evorsion-
ed,
free
the path through the men-
shaped snow,
the penitentâs snow, to
the hospitable
glacier-parlors and -tables.
Deep
in the timecrevasse,
in the
honeycomb-ice
waits, a breathcrystal,
your unalterable
testimony.
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II
B Y THE GREAT
Eye-
less
scooped from your eyes:
the six-
edged, denialwhite
erratic.
A blind manâs hand, it also starhard
from name-wandering,
rests on him, as
long as on you,
Esther.
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S INGABLE REMNANT âthe outline
of him, who through
the sicklescript broke through unvoiced,
apart, at the snowplace.
Whirling
under comet-
brows
the gazeâs bulk, toward
which the eclipsed, tiny
heart-satellite drifts
with the
spark caught outside.
âDisenfranchised lip, announce,
that something happens, still,
not far from you.
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F LOWING , big-
celled sleepingden.
Each
partition traveled
by graysquadrons.
The letters are breaking formation,
the last
dreamproof skiffsâ
each with
part of the still
to be sunken sign
in
the
Alexandra Amor
The Duke Next Door
John Wilcox
Clarence Major
David Perlmutter M. D., Alberto Villoldo Ph.d.
Susan Wiggs
Vicki Myron
Mack Maloney
Stephen L. Antczak, James C. Bassett
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