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inside the circle of my arms, these woollen eyes are to nomenclature,
inside the arms where the heart beats
rides sooth batheaways as vast as pumice mountain tones
I hear in my canary fleet of wind words
slate harp, newel to post ‘er ever winding sign where the walls
well up painted surfaces one square inch at a time
to where we work and how this altogether water thought
a plea is simply there unto itself to be received
then, eons, they hear properly; tin, brass, allocations
within which a sentence blooms to light-song in air
approachable and silvery as thin as the imagination
trebles up to levels of intonement sweetly blessedly
passaging lightwise, uh, balled upwards to informed presence
hailing songs denote, an agent a stated being far’s
apprenticing to nearsight, and the haste in which we fold
our lives is brushed with something glazed already
all is calm, we are twinned out Into the silent solace of
the heavens’ light as dark signs atonal & pure listen
ventrical and sleeved and swollen following
a quality of park She, an orchid in repose, out
sightening a fluted song which calls the noon a splice
a format, a due immediately spoken as the flesh of any plant
comes home and spaces place of living from its own prenatal light
Here is the broken sign repeating light from inside the circle
bringing from its center a marking from beyond its meaning
creche of correspondence, lived will incipient supposing
letup of the bright stone looming sun feat principally white
light’s leaning heart lines to the marrying tune, how voice
how sun, mark and turn salient hopes the polishes afar
from teal and whirling Braille of soon stunned
plastics unto right spun siftal choices aired into the rest
as twine new morning’s silent listen, at any tune’s time yours
the tree lineated by its tokens into mood’s correspondence
drifted, drifting to will drift sentences upon strained
feel-through good and practiced day still altogether new
inseamlier panticles rapunto to the max, at makes hearts
today’s dry cleaning of the crisp pleating sensations
sweetly rallentando as we are in threes so untaunted and so
ravishing amid cool shortages of adjectives and sun tax
smooths far afield, interno, on all five and gaining on you
the holder peels you off from the abbey in the mists, again
to freshen secrets that invested in what’s wise to norm,
and what Is also flourishing on an “own” without possessive adjective
light’s the candle inside time, holds the rooster at bay with golden
admiration on the floory spoon, hearing your singing voices aglow
sans blemishing, sans carp, sans retrofit of gemological indention,
say I mention that the cool is wispy in our fragrant fare and that
I nominate your world as forecast to the heart’s hump on fire,
to the wash of new flowers just now marking the land perceptible
within the heat and generosity, these irises pale to the touch
untorched and even cradled quietly in what we picture into sleep
borne aloft in the seeds of thought as we participate into larger
structs made smooth intern terms her wait no pleaser but the held
ignoring doubt a rustic heart blooms within emptier plasms foregone
beaming up into what potentlation remains from species-wide
                                                                                enlargements
of our own frame, trying to seem warm as gloating cinches
praying in the nearby restive sleet of multi-syllable endangerment to
twine around instead of braces where we work to slay what is vituperative
yet enlisted seeming, as we try to safen how we think and what we are
yours at sweep, my own eternal sensation elevated in discourse as light
becalms the airs between us as instant and psalm, relevating forward
every act of disentangling, every act of bold communion, each soon riveting
response to an indelible delirium that forces instances of pause
alight distress, become and wander where’s between your own detail
nor mat nor measure in the flux of wonder’s own bread eating now
transition, smooth or simply various, all plural in the domed play
of reach while order trances how we thought we were into our thinking
how her brain map forheaded us toward a poemry of touch & sign
and sensate realms guided as love’s free play forage to moon song
in the vernacular that strays and gilds and lentens its way into deeper
                                                                                                feeling
where the trace files hasten to neglect outward leanings from the vast
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holding the scent of heaven’s sent to monitor our own forward-spinning
into curiosity that crawls and gradually attains the more than whispered
evidence of shoulders beautifully crafted, reaching, cherishing, anchoring
rote-montage gravured (seagull cry -- at evidence day’s plenty rising
this brisk run into morning, daily’s toll tells how’rd scripted
listening to the mysterious color white be almost pure again
for the rehearing and concmoitant tread on space where tactics
gloss-white windows in the tiny white house before the furniture
space peace of the brush falling down the window pulling lines
and space and area defined without cubist integrity supposing
what is full enough reality, but planes are really plenty, they encompass
total realms without doubt’s intervention, the air between them
a solid realm peopled with inherent motive and sustained calm
fragranced within a square mile gentle as a river and pronounced
that way, seldom eliminating what a filter would defray with parsing
sentimento climbing sincopoaea how your heart’s belonging blue
and toward longer hours our singing relinquishes outward knowing
of the safety we incur when travelling outside the boundaries we
merely imagine in our steep devotion to various clouds
the light the light, metal-twaining, lore-torn & verisimilitude
this “these” of what is now known beyond the line
of chalk that lingers before dwindling, and what is saved
is saved against the grain of talk and talc waiving our rights to sane
believered fragrance the honey of the rock recalming nights
to baskets where and fusilladed light storms demand justice
temples deep and stormclouds passioning their way to stepwise eloquence
the way we warmed to what was often new
lanterning outward foremost angles recall another scene
whereas no remainder In bent tissues releases all others
from the weave of them entailing need for bandages
where rope had been, the steam pull of Intention
elongated plantain harmony strewn forward clinging echoes
the hearts and palms thereof relinquary I hope I do
relax before relinquishing, or the reverse as taming sides with both
events of thought beholden to a myriad of givens
the late ten-thirty golden hind of power lunches hoaxed
plenitude grateful my own spasms reclude to foams
plastic as the dry heat of the desert, only different,
as each thing from every other thing, and furnished
where’s nosed your particular “the other day”, nixed
granite poseur, nay, statue, inherent and profunct
latched / unlatching thinking out on pretty-budded limbs
aloft with dazzling birdlight spattering against orderly atmosphere
unheeded light like life-like light or flied lice too stupid
to be deceived no longer hostage’s inherent diseases
cryptic as blemishes and trained as such to be paid
plunkets of attention spanning wind length glypha
No heat! No motor! sudden lightening spasms within
hourly sentences from the para-tiemplo you said’d
wince once we got going, then it did, and I retracted
everything I’d said before, before realized I had guarded
my emptiness like a treasure in abandoned harps
the lighter hours grind slowly grovelling for dollars
spawned extemporaneously in a fit of miracle
at first swept under the impulse to derange entanglements
no substitute for the real thing. You’d noted establishing
and locale format splinter her blood-red song ringing
sumptuous then replicatable young things to find out
last and in a way having their own unique longevity
no sight in seeming, nor in seeming sent; how’s lighted
calls recall love’s fragile anchors out and out again
in window frames, in pearls, in after-violence, in prayer,
all dross finally earns dazzle from the plump and stringed new cares
your own what leaps no frangible present elongates this fluxus
into love’s angles in the heart calling your name again and again
to distraction a full partner and trees and generally surroundings,
tired feet, a mutual generosity ensues forward leaning apposition
like spaces lined up ‘s re-plenish mente your nature arcs no woollen sward
in case of fire, break glass, review then instantly
the pretty shards and classify at lightspeed variations
as the song without end re-magnifies and posterns of flat
into the seeming wonder how you actualize no typos’ moonie
craft and sake and sweet chemise undone for all the night
to trill upon, to lift cake from the plate of prayer
to hold your quiet pole-barn rafter’d loop benigno max
il rapunto in transformation how you read my lips
without a course in swiftness, gentling with the words
as though floating, waveless, absent depth awhile
instrewn silences no matter, sliding harmlessly ahead
in flowing movers holding sympathy as dreams enfold
toward telling with an equally formed brevity astride
deep deeper deepest feeling still as the intensity
lankier reputes their own extension into perpetuity
having spent no center unrecorded likens more
repletion and sweet claim-free openness when and if
the rain tones gift the dust sky witha freshening
song which emanates from within’s center outward
into infinite extensions as equally internal resonating
paces swept across time weighing just
what time weighs, in the lore of practicum and casting
spirit-sign broadcast heavenward ne slepe ente marn’n
what’s seen beyond mere resonance unto said panoply
of gifts, of twists in logic, and pure panting maybe,
just what the doctor o-, and you may quote me
as light, how’s destiny in your hands sound against
the moon’s rising tempo within colour and sound
whose visuals amend virgules all of a sudden shown
to blister with the magi most intact
whither goes this love-trophy? i pause before the emptiness
of my own sound as love’s violet excess pounds my face
and there are free lines, trained lines in the painting
I just made, and colors, there are worlds there if only
Intermittent, profunst, elongated space Intersected light
pattern and sign, loaf and noodle, the spore, inherency
collapsing what we though must be without
and with that withering that will be resurrected
blood-made song, season’s rising storage, foam inserts--
decent volume, the award recall’d fr mat s then seems
a rye detection, then the soon and copious decries among
some sparse things, would that we Interpreted them right
among our sentences, mutual drift Into the cosmic sign
left hand uprised in center spin all reflection repeats
gentility and pre-cast openings and very many faraway
young sprints to no-thingness, as I am veering, opening
into ‘the passing beyond’ with a sensate verisimilitude, nay,
a pattern beyond lotus-openings, or, just, the plausible
Intensity that lingers while it lures and fast asleep It goes
to wanderable spaceleta bringing with it gentling
roseations implicat the foam or format with you
attending to these infinite destinations who call aloud
as last night’s round-the-clock construction toned out by
thick curtains of all things, visual privacy depletes invasive audium
what’s hum no baked gods cel or teller painitng yellow
the rocker, puns eternal pines, as lately spins her eye
to white yarn possibly the next and soon some torsion
of the weeds called princes fringe our exact dot on the map
“above the pointed frame--Arcadia, your name is melt
-tion, flooded pines, fromage your prints will come, er,
paint with what, the furnace or the flame, retain some of
what happens, glistens, all the more the mark to bear on
the world’s body, frankincense, alerted beyondo, your
eyes between a spot where’s form to follow what’s
halfway a given, partway a clause to find and to fulfill,
a culminating moment takes an era twice around the home
I’ve hinted architectonic fur, a craven isodicon of the heat
and xenophon’s anabasis a mere excursion ‘up country’
where the twill is loam and careful, too, and several miniature
loaves of heat trespass on the prevailing chill
in twine, reaching into the universe, as with a glove
no room too small to be intoned as a vision ‘comes’
a trove of them then repro retro haziness succumbing to
and toward and thinly fathoming a physical regression
moving through the hole in the world’d door, the
passing beyond, as a sentry or a unison, as a
pressing lifelong trill, a piece of music left In memory,
the painting one cannot defray, the frame around it
burning light-shore of pure form enclosed within energy
beaming like a beacon, like a portal, like the song Itself
as nature is, though sparse, and rivered and accentuating
within the light some thin patches of darkness
intelligent variegation without naming or geography marbling
what spun to the deal-side interior plasm like a hero sandwich