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shadow dancing

1: beware the requiem of night flowers

not apples, but the sun
not the sun, but moths

2: elegiac morning, pollen shadows

proud Eros, crowned with sublime madness,
she’s blue—a deer lying in her eyes

3: sea deep in the evening heat

springling’s death;; phthalo storms
it storms, unfolded 

4: fraternal conquerors of a deserted prayer

running among the silent
a tomb of the tombless

5: the exiled tree, sleeping

Lacedaemon ceasing to be a man
transformed into a city’s discreet walls

6: apples

dream-veil obscuring the bear from the sea,
seasons under an Aladdin moon; grey veins, lost, red 

7: the pale pleasure and its idle weapons

strong pink birds,
drugged by the belt of Orion and its grand phantom cure

8: the revolving blind

human plants, triumphant willows striving
to climb mountains

9: marrow wilting, or, Charlie Chaplin’s bones

Persepolis defended with cages and harvests
gloves as immense as the sea

10: child. suture. 

a tree swaying without wind,
wind dying without sound

11: salting the sea for Christ

the stone knows nothing of mercy, it only knows mercy
–a comma between the two 

12: the sky of human things

obsessive hair against the sun
mourning of the mist

13: a bright wedding dream and a burnt grove

broken piano strings the moon the moon
it drips in desolation 

14: the future in the form of confession

in my sleep a weeping dove a casual dove,
of course I remember the stones swallowed by the sea

15: Dionysus’ procession of funeral kisses

sublime divine sun harps,
right by the parlor sheep 

16: shadow of a large scavenger

a vanishing monster, gardenia,
radiant javelin 

17: god’s purple god

grass eyes, a cloud drunk on longing
flowering knees, a cloud drunk on longing 

18: frizzy day grips and gesture wave

brutal lily pelvis gesture
an ambush of stars

19: the sea in profile

varnished summary///
the toothy grave of butterflies

20: apples, again

midday burning the bodies of statuary
a sit with the sitting trees

21: shadow and heliotrope 

a mouse fleeing into the sky, a devastation of crows;
azure. weep. 

22. shadow dancing

a leaf in the form
of a child’s silence

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listening to traffic in the dark

“men like nature because it holds no opinions about them”- Friedrich Nietzsche

and of what use is the quiet
when there are branches and aches?

history;;;temples;;;promised games
-pink emotion blinks on my cheeks

I cannot hear the river but I know it’s there

a smoldering thinks it knows my name
and I think I know it too

Venus sleeps in a pigeon’s blood
azure skies hanging beneath the night

I cannot see the river but I know that it’s there

I feel like death’s lesser silence
and silence seduces

clouds;;;desire;;;aloud a pedestal
meadows, nothingness-ness, Hamlet dreaming

I cannot taste the river but I know that it’s there

poets and mothers are being fed into the martyr machine
looking for blue and gold sunshine

think of the grapes grown over Lorca’s bones
think of the wine

I cannot smell the river but I know that it’s there

prayer is being kept in my shoes by the front of the tent
only so that god may rust and so that several stones may glow

oh the swelling of the sea,
;;;the fading

I cannot feel the river but I know that it’s there,
I can feel it.

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