THERE WERE ETERNITIES DURING WHICH IT DID NOT EXIST.
Vivid. Sun overhead.
You overdid it. The ankle was showing. Lavender takes on
touching directness. The sensation
and the heavy shadow cast by the string unless carefully disguised
could give you away. The gun is set aside to show the room
more evenly. The man was a few hours
from vanishing completely, but I had read everything. And a good deal of it
was true. But certain things have a way of returning, for what was done
grows young and large. Not without principle. Whose perfection
is the very absence of nature.
THE THOUGHT DID NOT BRING YOU CLOSER.
Like the movie, which had a balcony in it, but wasn’t really
about love. Where grass broadened
in broad sun there truth is marked by an X
clutched at the knee. They projected a ladder onto the one
without anatomy, the sensual one, that though the figures reversed the continents began
resisting language and music were set down before you, meat, instinct, daylight
plunged toward the sky
were to touch each other. Were to you
vast and transparent. Tearing your shirt open, in the tall grass, continued
shouting across the bay.