Wednesday, April 27, 2011

338. in (suddenly) sprïng

init
extr

felt in the bone of the collar

all these solitary couplings

rivers of
cat and
yawnings
pulled over
the sunset

in the dark center of your eye the world becomes

crpt
fltd

tremors
and bells

a walking waking

within cremental dark

fur of
the fold
of voices
thru fog
& dream

instances of suddenness

followed by expanses of waiting

vrgd
urgd

the wet smell of sprung morning

birdvoicings

wark and
sgleep or
fiddling
onto an
evening out

it is all burging from

the upfront of sumnering

hld
tld

upthrustings
thru clefts
and crevices
siftings of
somelight

the whole field arranged with colors again

variable barometers of light astray

furrow and
barrow by
lightlight
and song-
light song

íîiîìn
eiyie

tumblerayed morning

sprayed by lit green light

versions of
being in
place of
or places
for

what seems at once inexhaustible degrades to darkness

the smell of lingering heat but songless

operas of
sleeping
barriers
of knees

the chest
wakes
itself by
breathing

continuing
ways of
don’t and
didn’t want

slp
pls

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