towropeâs vulturegrip.
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T WENTY FOREVER
evaporated Schlüsselburg-primroses
in your swimming left
fist.
Into the fish-
scale etched:
the lines of the hand
from which they grew.
Heaven- and earth-
acid flowed together.
The time-
reckoning worked out, without remainder. Cruising
âfor your, quick melancholy, sakeâ
scale and fist.
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N O SANDART ANYMORE , no sandbook, no masters.
Nothing in the dice. How
many mutes?
Seventen.
Your questionâyour answer.
Your chant, what does it know?
Deepinsnow,
                       Eepinno,
                                       Iâiâo.
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B RIGHTNESSHUNGER âwith it
I walked up the bread-
step, under
the blindness-
bell:
it, water-
clear,
claps itself over
the freedom that climbed with
me, that misclimbed
too high, on which
one of the heavens gorged itself,
that I let vault above
the worddrenched
image orbit, blood orbit.
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W HEN WHITENESS ASSAILED US , at night;
when from the libation-ewer more
than water came;
when the skinned knee
gave the sacrificebell the nod:
Fly!â
Then
I still
was whole.
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H OLLOW LIFEHOMESTEAD . In the windtrap
the lung
blown empty
flowers. A handful
sleepcorn
drifts from the mouth
stammered true
out toward the snow-
conversations.
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O VER THREE in sea-
drunken sleep
with brownalgae-blood
ciphered breast-
nipplestones
clap your
from the last
raincord breaking
loose sky.
And let
your freshwatermussel that rode
with you to this place
lap all that
up, before
you hold her to the ear
of a clockâs shadow,
evenings.
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O N THE WHITE PHILACTERY âthe
Lord of this hour
was
a wintercreature, for his
sake
happened what happenedâ
my climbing mouth bit in, once more,
when it looked for you, smoketrace
you, up there,
in womanâs shape,
you on the journey to my
firethoughts in the blackgravel
beyond the cleftwords, through
which I saw you walk, high-
legged and
the heavylipped own
head
on the by my
deadly accurate
hands
living body.
Tell your fingers
accompanying you far in-
side the crevasses, how
I knew you, how far
I pushed you into the deep,
where my most bitter dream
slept with you heart-fro, in the bed
of my inextinguishable name.
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G O BLIND today already:
eternity too is full of eyesâ
wherein
drowns, what helped the images
over the path they came,
wherein
expires, what took you too out of
language with a gesture
that you let happen like
the dance of two words of just
autumn and silk and nothingness.
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L ATEWOODDAY under
netnerved skyleaf. Through
bigcelled idlehours clambers, in rain,
the blackblue, the
thoughtbeetle.
Animal-bloodsoming words
crowd before its feelers.
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T ODAY :
nightthings, again, fire whipped.
Glowing
naked-plants-dance.
(Yesterday:
above the rowing names
floated faithfulness;
chalk went around writing;
open it laid and greeted:
the turned-to-water book.)
The owl-pebble raffledâ
from the sleep-cornice
he looks down
upon the five-eye, to whom you devolved.
Otherwise?
Half- and quarter-
allies on
the side of the beaten. Riches of
lost-soured
language.
When they impale
the last shadow,
you burn the vowing hand free.
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M IDDAY , with
secondsâ flurry,
in the roundgraveshadow, into my
chambered pain
âwith you, hither-
silenced, I lived
two days in Rome
on ocher and redâ
you come, I already lie there,
gliding light through the doors, horizontalâ:
the arms holding you become visible, only they. That much
secrecy
I still summoned, in spite of all.
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