37. drifting into worn

time travels slowly
so we can work with a line
but no one looks at it until
it resembles a playing card
bored construction
in size colour & density
in sense dented wishes
in the pond heard as
the past in festivities
& the present is one day
& dies leaving whatever
lives behind
scraps of insect wings
inside a weather glass

mimed eons
clean as paper
under ink
wait to see
this black laneway
one can't see into
until you drive
behind the house
where all these secrets
from inside the book
reveal an ideology
of cubism drawn
upon pictures or
feelings that include
all necessary heads
thoughts, letters, books,
plant life, small mammals,
& clusters of stars

59. & yet, how one balances
a chatter of daniels
as the day shapes up
about normal eye wonder
when will i write a
constant gaze of wonder
before being blinded
by the casual surrender of thoughts

"17th century scoring throughout"

this takes my breath away
long enough to catch it
on the way back to the present
given where all things
seem more or less capable

in a tongue what the dead say
permits me to surrender
a power filled with
how you say a fine dumb skin &
plenty of printed matters

the filled page lets go
the description of this act
a mystery

74. the dementia of language

re: coding the base of data
to make believe interesting it
a bumblebee is a tiny raccoon
striped they both because
logic connects the mind
loops free in terrestrial
sounds like wind across
blades of grass pierced cry
inside a church insisting
language through

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