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on film
on short takes
on april first two thousand
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a fire roars
in foreign white ink a familiar name, no not familiar
a bone-inlaid key paws open the heavy vault door
one green eye one red eye laid over the mountain ascent
three deer-blood lips three fir tongues, teeth
cast like needles over the valley
the temple
the far-off
glacial scar
like oxen yolked
their gray pupils pull
through fragile forests of madness, intensity
at least i think so and that counts for something
no one's mad at me
i'm famous and very rich
and remain lazy with no guilt
upon closer inspection: a mystic
hand-in-paw with a brown dog
9 clay pots, they're dancing
near prayer, spontaneous music of the weald.
It was late last night the dog was speaking of me, and the gulls speaking of me, out over the field. You were drawing water from the tap in the kitchen and a moth was speaking of me, beating for light.
I was raising delft from the sink to the aumbry, while they spoke of you in loops, over the waves. I reached for a switch; sunlight coalesced about your reflection, helmet of bright coils.
Outdoors was a blankness peopled with black angles; waiting for the water you caught your own glance. My eyebrows bustled, you submersed in my dressed; then you were speaking of me, just a word, in response.
All the dogs in America have sisters of their own, all the birds have sisters, out on the highway. Moths have moths for sisters, beating out for light, and I am speaking of you here, to everyone I meet.
sure i believe those are people restore color with light she says sitting across from him in stagebright Streamed live on Jan 18, 2019 legs crossed at the knee pouring water and coffee perhaps a xanax before permission and intention matter he says elevated above seven black angels four white hands black shoes collar
