I once was able to peg this tent down
by merely reading you a paragraph
so before I get off the floor
you can join me there.

Her dance
enabled her to
advance upon the
not quite solved.

And suddenly
we permit ourselves to ride
our previously earned knowledges
where the dead spots in all those small places.

Her hair disappears as a factor:
warriors should tie their hair out of the way.
Her neck is liberated
in the direction of the true function.

any resemble
"systematic"

the air
in those things

indeed the noun
is felt to press home

the root
has this power

from what travels
one is home

an insistence
distinct

for Caroline Ross

we are labyrinths
open spirals or cones
governed by
precision & touch

we also sharpen
with everything to
the sun itself
a question of primaries

an animal would
lay out the first
and dance complex
clues to the intent

the generative act
surprisingly close
an implicit or
hidden actuality

simply alive by
thigh bone and
their own doings
I write

I was suddenly
required to be
like my soul:



the growth of
experience can
motion itself



the single
engaging
principle



our aloneness
who we are
that it is landscape



is it conceivable
& so be responsible



with what
each of us is
his or her job



and enable
that simplest
one



the widest places
where man began
do you begin



a common weed
of blue secretes
the study of this



precise answers
transformed by
dooryard plants



something
we could not have had



the fact
of scholarship
my point is otherwise



by
already
no further



red ochre
as they lived



turning to
abstractions
the pattern on the cow



I have planned
a fable



anything
one specific



wise men
I remember
they sat down



always
the most beautiful
since



the internal environment
of ourselves



we think
the hard
in



you might think
I had gone soft
instead



you are
ungraspable



the natural
so complex
but



in this
engaging
I ask you:



for a moment think
these muscles & legs



measured
who I am
if you like



his careful
personal garden
that confusion



not at all
and every



that each
prevented
the same



the climate
of our being



of those
like what
from your



leave us
the soul



any
proper
working



decisively
to lay before

  A way of being
     human
believe it. Then
     the slightest

Deeper than
permissible

but never
not possible.

Nothing at all
never said

never even
produced.

Another
on his mind.

Sweetheart,
let me hold

you alone
as if the world

will never be
anything else.

But to have
the words

the texture of
words

in his mind
the leaves, trees

the pure mountain
in his pure room.

He had written the
fog as it billowed

before everything
made it new

free from
dreams and

exalted surges.
I feel I am truly a

great man.
I have been asleep.

Toward measuring
himself
some
possible
agency
with sympathetic
release:
the sympathies
fail

Taught by
the largeness
moving within himself
the truth
which is felt
has only
fixation by
internal means of
transcription.

for Sam Stout

I

An actionable side
gets through

the intensities
that darkness

something
beside the noise of itself.

II

For I want
and I will
primitives
for all
definitions of
yourself

III

And because
by descent
of father or god

the birth
of the eternal
roarings

this emergence or apotheosis
through the same
continuance:

IV

the antelope
you remember.


for Pris Campbell

There is no
writing that
would be actual.

And we, as if unborn, stare at
the circumscribed.

While the real
table cover
is a yellow cloth that
is too narrow
the
leaves and roses
didn’t kill you.

The hair rises
above his
head.

They bear no relation to
laughing.

for Ron Silliman

         this
       only thing as
        large as that.
       in favor with
          the consciousness

    in a style of
    electrical
            charge sucked
    to pare your nails, the

for Steve Lacy