4.
while we were talking the smoke line streaked past out the window and
around the bend
the flood of her voyaging love
the space that opened before her inside the space between herself and
her surroundings
i m going to leave as i have before, thinking it s impossible
he reaches his arm partway
don t go
behind him I see his floor open
he s putting in pipes
the quality of hallucination midrif lit
the wrecked boat & green & black bits that have been together
near luke's door
simultaneous grids. that is. minds of reference
the quality of hallucination
something from my guests, who none of them look volatilized, rather, heavier
`the spirit jumped me'
she s thin in a wide frame
right eye wide left eye narrow
blue
wrist & hand forgotten in a beautiful shape
wide feet wide shoulders
thin joint to the arm
`your mountain legs' bright
hair circuits across the thigh
he says, even after he is married, it, my work,
is my soul
the relation of a cream-colored room & a piece of paper
at 6 in the dark
frozen grass
stars in clearly drawn emblems
small overhead a pickup with a yellow fluttering canopy flies east
it starts to rain among the poplars
sorry I m awake and can t read on
wake before five with an ache in the solar
work in different ways to open it thru
the ache has random thoughts
is it grief etc open legs
& leave them that way
longer breaths open mouth
put hands up and try to magnetize them, it s a clumsy paw difficult to fill
there s a sill raised an inch
beyond the window an autumn sky saturated blue
in front of it the outer edge of a bundle of leaves whose shape implies
the shape of the rest, and of its vase, the outdoors it was gathered in;
whose gold yellow is giving off a glow beyond itself
at the bottom edge - i don t see this now but remember
- some square of a brilliant white curtain
it went on & I was out in the snow seeing tracks, beside me,
hearing the written voice commentary, and then a light creature
running across the trail
each pawpress has pushed up beside it a snow
shape like a small tip-pointed leaf, japanese maple
that s its particular mark
`soften the body for beautiful dreams'
planetarium. how she looks in bright hair & coat
lying back with luke showing off between us
under clouds & music excited to be
there together
- the movement
of microscopic life in jumps of the whole colony
bus, group home kids, streets, stars in murk
cocoa, roy, candle, she sits on the chair
depression & war, having to work at jobs
goodbye brightface
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