ReRites (Gouging the Ravine)

gouging the ravine down to rivers the winter was lazy and the seasons so much smaller than before, missing still, a glimpse of shit, a human, any unique human. * distant and impassive an atom’s 11-15 orbital spaces bought patchy stub sleep from the crown so that life could say: “I owe no glue to weapons. I know this.” it won some, anyway with the eye: swimming in desire, dying with clouds. * life watched ‘bleeding’ advertise for time, aching in ambition’s engagements; stars, weaker, again, slowed, and thus, in that coffin of a day, all fidgeted. the ball, with its experience, looking into the drain; the waves, poxmarked. * all over the air, on patios of tribal plots, courtyards are made; a temple with a sacred skylight; the station where amygdala works to record itself; wine constructed with a rash water. Ntaria streams, silent. who bothers with what is called sex? The heart’s bloody stray spews. I shave light with a mask, and blowing upon soap, am seen. presence clear, exploding like an eternity; so cold, it feels denied * here I am, tethered to silence, fearing a downgrade. some seasons walk below, there where motion is almost absent. I could have been the bait, in greedy Numa’s bean, blossoms spit by shadows of the sun * yellow and purple scalloped humans, elm leaves, sawdust, skies; girls’ juices of the Lower East Side; Fellini blessing an invisible rejection. there’s no comfort. I have finished dreaming. * far below, a canyon folds a coiled hive and, on that dark foggy street, makes a pure haste of our small skins inspiring in our emptiness, another city, and that is not quite enough * [OUTRO]