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Cats no less liquid than their sha… Offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat throug… Less than themselves; will not be… To rules or routes for journeys; c…
Under the lips and limbs, the embr… Under the sharp circumference, the… Under the fence of shadows, Is something I am seeking; Under the faces a face,
This shape without space, This pattern without stuff, This stream without dimension Surrounds us, flows through us, But leaves no mark.
If a man says half himself in the… Way a tune shakes into equilibrium… Or approximates to a note that nev… Says half himself in the way two p… Flow to each other and softly sepa…
You cannot see the walls that divi… From his or hers or mine when you… You cannot see the walls because t… And glass is nothing until you try… Beat on it if you like, but not to…
Is it sounds converging, Sounds nearing, Infringement,
Light drunkenly reels into shadow; Blurs, slurs uneasily; Slides off the eyeballs: The segments shatter. Tree-branches cut arc-light in rag…
Old women look intently at Nothin… announces a cancer, dark fruit, un… shrunk left breast. Girls’ hands hold Nothing when th… men from the platform and scoops t…
This is not Love, perhaps, Love that lays down its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, But something written in lighter i…
Acknowledge the drum’s whisper. Yield to its velvet Nudge. Cut a slow air– Curve. Then dip (hip to hip): Sway, swing, pedantically
The tube lift mounts, sap in a stem, And blossoms its load, a black, untidy rose. The fountain of the escalator
Dogs take new friends abruptly and… Cats’ meetings are neat, tactual,… Monkeys exchange their fleas befor… Snakes, no doubt, coil by coil rea… We then, at first encounter, shoul…
Light’s patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light’s pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes... Light sinks and rusts
Clothes: to compose The furtive, lone Pillar of bone To some repose. To let hands shirk
Serrations of chimneys Stone-black perforate Velvet-black dark. A tree coils in core of darkness. My swinging