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Nonsense Poem From A Few Years Ago
Nonsense Poem From A Few Years Ago
boiling black
under desert sun
Trails picked up
lost
picked up
again
Heat
bearing down
through bare pastures
de azul
Hearse,
trotting
brimmed casket,
snakes wind,
crossing histories,
delicate,
venomous,
peering up from burrowed sand,
sinking
surfacing
sinking again.
At night, Ifrits sing.
green needles
sweeping off swaying limbs
Sun
hot
unrelenting
Shade between giants
dying undergrowth
shaking as squirrels dash up its body
leaps cross canopies
trembling wakes
Now still
cept for the quiet breaths
almost imperceptible
undifferentiated from lazy breeze
Glowing
metal sparkles in light
a white chair
blinding with heat
Behind
Before
this giant slumbers
a brief moment
centered.
revolving
en absolute black
spokes of colors
radiating across these water
words are spoken
in communion
silence replaced by solace
together under some stars
twinkling points
en a field of darkness
The question, of
light or dark,
posed without words,
infinite excess,
or infinite possibility
of definition
or
Matter,
of dark nothings
or lit skies
Grey,
as we move in shadows,
spinning cores
and hidden folds,
there is inside each thing
a dark silence
without Being
And as the earth girates,
moments pass,
movements cease,
candles glow in peaceful night.
Matter,
aetherial immanated
without energy
unformed,
and then,
a spark
of movement and light,
casts shadows on the plane
suddenly,
The Bomb’s away,
de-centered,
expanding,
forms at play
composing themselves
of raw Matter
gravitating in worship
exploding wastes,
and in a light captured through
space,
temporal flows animate
hidden behind each tic of time,
shadows haunt as precursors,
Nothing towards which all descends.
Matter does not know itself.
It is in light,
and nothing else.
Distance,
neither spatial
nor temporal
stars radiating through deep grey
stalks of wheat rolling in winds
sounds recorded playing from phones
How are there different things?
How do things differentiate?
Does a dog,
this dog,
know or even suspect
we are one?
Fires bloom across lands
earths
A president, or CEO, watches
---
A ceo, or president,
watches fires bloom
across the surface of this earth,
and as those flowers grow
they wonder if they can be seen
through the surrounding dark,
in this life’s final scream?
look,
listen,
witness us.
Born of explosive waste,
to explosion’s simulacra returned,
the executive’s hands tremble
as their cigar-ring sillhouette
gets blotted out by burgeoning pasture,
exhalation,
exultation,
ecstatic revalation!
Flashes on a stage
quickly expire,
but spectators witness that moment
as eternity
and craft Flashes of their own,
releasing them
in prayer
A snuffed out spark
spasm
returns to shadows,
but for a moment,
light grew in the dark.
Surfaces emerge
above
below
above
below
and above
below
rhythmic layers inside machine
Forms,
like balloon animals,
inflate,
burst,
contract,
as if breaths
breaks
in currents
spinning orbs,
glowing flowers
bloom
extinguish
fade back,