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 bâtonage

as practicable

as changing