A stone to the sea
raw-eater and ignorant of it
or such a woman possessed of a wandering figure
carried from superstition,
that grievous thing you grievous thing.
All of your acts in servitude and of Pythian stream f ff – fated.
I liked every one.2
Negatives burn the summation bearer –
divine water from afar knotted her alertness
ξένος – stranger
into stranger things
Cry out! Where – Law! Where breaking nearer to
the full-lengthed waiting –
twins the ordinary task of day breaking.
undressed of parts below the head
2She so loved the insult that it became the body.
How cool, entering the seven-mouthed metaphor, so many above, above unlocked night, falling inside what inside longed-for to be;
Suddenly, a wild secret in exchange for ordinary things
Suddenly, wild rewinding, precisions the feet, heart, what conquers peaceably
Suddenly easy migration, falling out, offing the chorus.
Bringing hollow to self
here, blush the Bacchic prisoner pale shame tossed;
That sudden good advice
some pools rely upon initiation,
precisions not as they should be. (Where sudden rearings can’t be undone.)
I climbed and climbed a beckoning wall
ventriloquized wasting forging faith
what is it
what quiets the continually emptying room.
from the outskirts the whole attention for which she alludes to beckoning far astern –
O new weave,
have this twittering bird have this great new trumpeter.
Her element a pressing together and after, what silent spread
slipping takes as slipping takes to sea
to have at a greater new fitting (a gala).
All new bloods projected as glittering field all new projects
A mother who does not stomach her children. I am more than this.
Dare to set the horrible thing you carry in the cast of a new affliction.
I see now many doubles: the ever-natural pushing down, the surprising refrain
How advice is stalewater
under the telescope of the bodied –
a mobile entrance a probable smashing
unsimpled the gates.
What plaster is ground up into the skin
what sighs deeply
it is best not to open the mouth,
3clashing rocks having been most carefully selected.
Firm beneath strange things pooling makes a bad citizen.
Coming nearer to being bound up again,
it will feather, braising the new long feeling.
A cure revels part wild part hands against heaven
You’d think she’d been sewn up into the thigh.
What stands above others is all our woe
A panic seizes women in their love
Most grievous is identity
What do you make of it?
I make of it summoning
Sleep giveth the rank of speaking
Deleted by a rule
I did it to protect you.
Suddenly leaving whatever strange things, adamantine.
The fine complexion runs and runs.
For every horror I’ll add the sentence: clever are the schemes composed of meadows.
What gallery is for my own amusement?
The land lands in the lap like arrows from the mountain.
All beasts are words, clashing.
You’d come praying, too.
Breasts struck, burdening the bushes to dance.
I hurled every bit: pine trees, echoes that formed from the larger structure of deteriorating.
For the best pleasure lies in considering, the best grief in announcing the
Changing one’s mind you will learn the way of answering outrageously.
I am better without tools.
Having walked the ordinary river off limits.
I I II I in
exiting, leave behind the mark of getting away
of guiding of clattering lonely places willingly held out for the flawless life.
Here swoon the wild encampment
sharp fingers in the earth
some of us cradled, herded. Listen.