Wednesday, November 20, 2013

First Thought Is Beast Thought




our family limits us
and makes us whole
and the fruit is sour
but nourishing


and it is so very practicable
that beauty can undo us
and there is nothing but beauty
and the limits of the family
and the blinding imagination
raging blind
in the gorge
safe and warm
and coldly waiting


none see the essential mispelling
the trying noon of worlds
the spearling faurther
ad hoc
in all its ircarndescence
the purest obelisk
which does not taper
which does not sample sun
and sun it samples
for what atom
what strong string of atom's puzzling rib
is not a sun


is not a number
numbed
by innumerable
surfaces
projections
the void tricked out
in instances
instantly
distantly
Saint Cleopatra Anthony Bee


for the will's tender body
so casually the poem
the machine describes and fulfills
its own inputs
constellations
of candor


for the eye is shrouded
in a song of iron
and spins in its cavity
whole
limited 
alive
but one with the family


Sigmund Freud
sangfroid
divinity
roughened
by mind


the great eye
a shelter


the family
our limit
which makes us whole


and the whisper of traffic
unraveling
where weavings stumble
onto something
no need for style
when the great wheel
reveals
some system for the b√Ętonage
as practicable
as changing


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