Breathturn into Timestead (14 page)

the ends deep in an anchor's hollow tooth,

and get myself a navel, between the middles,

made of, below fat stars

in the wrinkled flood

icing them in,

redwhored

cork.

 

 

A
SLANT
,

as for us all,

the single hearing-flap

perches on you,

free,

and the deafness in you,

over there, by the temple-firn,

ceases to bloom now, with fool's

bells on each

sepal.

 

 

T
HE HEARTSCRIPTCRUMBLED
vision-isle

at midnight, in feeble

ignition key glimmer.

There are too many

goalcrazed powers

even in this

seemingly starstudded

highair.

The longed for freemile

crashes into us.

 

 

U
NKEPT
.

Dreamed aslant, joined.

The oil around—

thickened.

With bulging thoughts

pain busies itself.

Mourning, gone awry.

Melancholy, put up with anew,

finds its level.

 

 

T
HE UNCONDITIONAL CHIMING

behind the masticated tristesse.

Guiding rods, compact,

in the time-blackened emblem.

Frostfurrows along

the motto.

All that in the

birthmark's half-light.

 

 

E
TERNITY
ages: in

Cerveteri the

asphodels

question each other white.

With mumbling ladle,

from the deads' cauldrons,

o'er the stone, o'er the stone,

they spoon soups

into all the beds

and camps.

 

 

L
ATE
. A spongy fetish

bites off the cones of the Christmas tree,

roughened up by

frostsayings

a wish bobs after them,

the window flies open, we're outside,

unplaneable,

the lump Being,

a nose-heavy,

depth-enjoying cloud

chauffeurs us even over

that.

 

 

T
HE SEEDLINGS
—causa secunda—lease

the overcertain

pupil-enslaved

nothing,

which still skirts your—why

only?—even still today up-

twitching brow,

when I look at it, for the

sake of the maybe

still to be given

eye-oath below it.

 

 

A
LONG THE HILL LINES

the pretty torture racks between

treeling and treeling,

honeysuckled in,

Dumdum horizons, before them,

milliplied, yes,

your

Hear-Silver,

spinet,

daynight full of whirring lungs,

the

disbranched archangels stand

guard here.

 

 

C
OME
, we're ladling

nerve cells

—the duck's porridge, multipolar,

of the light-emptied ponds—

from the

rhomboid

fossas.

Ten tendons draw forth

half-recognizables

from the still reachable centers.

 

 

D
ESLAGGED
, deslagged.

If we were knives now,

unsheathed like back then

in the pergola in Paris, the time of an eye-ember,

the arctic bull

would leap in

would crown his horns with us

would thrust, would thrust.

 

 

S
OULBLIND
, behind the ashes,

in the holy-meaningless word,

the disrhymed comes walking,

his cerebral mantle draped lightly over the shoulders,

the ear canal irradiated

with reticulated vowels,

he deconstructs the visual purple,

reconstructs it.

 

 

B
ORDERESS
: night.

Vigorous dwarf- and giant-growth, de-

pending on the cut in the fingertip,

on what

emerges from it.

Too many-eyed at times,

when, biconcavely,

a thought adds its drop,

not from her.

 

 

G
ULLCHICKS
, silvery,

beg the adult bird:

the red spot on the lower

beak, which is yellow.

Black—a decoy

head demonstrates it for you—

was a stronger stimulus. Blue also

works, but it is not

the color stimulus that does it:

it has to be a

stimulus-figure, a whole,

completely

configured,

a pregiven inheritance.

.   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .

Friend,

you tardrenched sackracer,

here also, on this

shore, you go down

both time and eternity's

wrong

pipe.

 

 

IV

IRISH

Give me the right of way

across the grain ladder into your sleep,

the right of way

across the sleep trail,

the right, for me to cut peat

along the heart's hillside,

tomorrow.

 

 

T
HE ROPES
, salt-water-clammy:

the white

topknot—this time

it does not come undone.

On the seagrass chute next to it,

in anchor's shadow,

a name teases the

untwinned

riddle.

 

 

D
EW
. And I lay with you, thee, in the rubble,

a mushy moon

pelted us with answer,

we crumbled apart

we brittled back together:

the Lord broke the bread,

the bread broke the Lord.

 

 

L
AVISH MESSAGE

in a crypt, where

we flap with

our gasflags,

we stand here

in the odor

of sanctity, yep.

Singed

vapor waves of the beyond

thickly drift from our pores,

in each second

tooth-

cavity an un-

destructable hymn wakes up.

The clump of twilight you throw down to us,

come, swallow it too down.

 

 

T
HIS DAY
, rolled out:

the many-thousand-years-old dough

for the later

hunic flat cake,

a just-as-old

jaw, somewhat oozy,

commemorates all early times,

and bares its teeth against them and itself,

hoof-

beats of the protoanimal to the

yeast-arioso:

it goes, flat-cake beautiful singable growth,

still and always upward,

a shadow-

less spirit, dis-

lonelied, an

immortal,

shivers

blissfully.

 

 

O
ILY
still

the die's One swims

between brow and brow,

stops here,

lidless, follows

your gaze.

 

 

Y
OU WITH THE

in the darkglass gazed at,

you One

with the beheld

substanceless light-mirror-surface innermost:

through the ten-

towered desert gate your

messenger-self steps before you, stands,

for the length of a trivowel,

in the high

redness,

as if the people in the distances

were once again gathered around you.

 

 

O
UT OF ANGEL-MATTER
, on the day

of the ensouling, phallically

united in the One

—He, the Enlivening-Just, slept you toward me,

sister—, upward

streaming through the channels, up

into the rootcrown:

parted

she hoists us up, equal-eternal,

with standing brain, a bolt of lightning

sews our skulls aright, the pans

and all

the still-to-be-dissemened bones:

strewn from the East, to be harvested in the West: equal-eternal—,

where this script burns, after the

threequarter-death, before

the rolling around remainder-

soul, which

writhes in crownfear,

since ur-ever.

 

 

T
HE FREE-BLOWN LIGHTCROP

in the under worldblood

standing furrows.

A hand with the shimmer of the urlight

poaches beyond

the ferny dams:

as if there still starved

any stomach,

as if there fluttered

any still-to-be-

fertilized eye.

 

 

L
INE THE WORDCAVES

with panther skins,

widen them, hide-to and hide-fro,

sense-hither and sense-thither,

give them courtyards, chambers, drop doors

and wildnesses, parietal,

and listen for their second

and each time second and second

tone.

 

 

T
HE HIGHWORLD
—lost, the delusion-ride, the day-ride.

Ascertainable, from here on out,

the with the rose in the fallow year

home-sensed Nowhere.

 

 

T
HE MUTTERING

arms-

passes.

On the leaped over

                                   step

the deathdoodads

                                 diddle.

 

 

… THOUGH NO KIND OF

peace.

Graynights, preconscious-cool.

Stimuli-quanta, otterlike,

over consciousness-gravel

on the way to

memory-vesicles.

The grisaille of matter.

A halfpain, a second, without

permanent trace, halfway

here. A halfpleasure.

The moved. The cathexed.

Repetition-compulsion-

monochrome.

 

 

N
EAR, IN THE AORTIC ARCH
,

in the light-blood:

the light-word.

Mother Rachel

weeps no more.

Carried over:

all the weepings.

Quiet, in the coronary arteries,

unconstricted:

Ziv, that light.

 

 

T
HROW THE SOLAR YEAR
, to which you cling,

over the heart railings

and row to, starve yourself away, copulating:

two germ cells, two metazoons,

that's what you were,

the inanimate, the homeland,

now requests return—:

later, who knows,

one of you two, transformed,

may reemerge,

a slipper animalcule,

ciliated,

in the shield.

 

 

B
ECAUSE YOU FOUND THE WOE-SHARD

in the deserted settlement,

the shadow-centuries relax by your side

and hear you think:

Maybe it is true

that here peace debated two peoples,

from clay pots.

 

 

I
T HAS COME THE TIME
:

The brainsickle, unsheathed,

lounges in the sky,

rumbled by gallstars,

the antimagnets, the rulers,

sound off.

 

 

L
IPS, ERECTILE-TISSUE
of the You-night:

Hairpincurve-glances are climbing up,

making out the commissure,

sew themselves fast here—:

No admittance! Blacktoll.

There should still be glowworms.

 

 

V

P
RINCIPALITIES, POWERS
.

Back of them, in the bamboo:

yelping lepra, symphonic.

Vincent's offered

ear

has reached its goal.

 

 

D
AYBOMBARDMENT
: the

light-permeable thorn-

temple

grabs just one

more dewfresh

darkness.

At the heart's apex a

musclefiber comes

musing to death.

 

 

S
PEECHWALLS
, space inward—

spooled in upon yourself,

you holler yourself through all the way to the lastwall.

The fogs are burning.

The heat hangs itself inside you.

 

 

O
RPHANED
in the stormtrough

the four ells of earth,

shadowed in, the heavenly

writer's archives,

moored in, Michael

mired in, Gabriel

fermented in the stone lightning,

the share.

 

 

O
F BOTH
: the de-scarred bodies,

of both: the deathleaf over their nakedness,

of both: the de-realized faces.

Pulled onto land by

the whitest root

of the whitest

tree.

 

 

R
OLLED-AWAY
incest-stone.

An eye, cut from

the doctor's kidney,

reads in Hippocrates's stead

the perjured oath's makeup.

Explosions, sleepbombs, goldgas.

I swim, I swim

 

 

A
S COLORS
, piled up,

the beings return, evenings, clamorously,

a quartermonsoon

without sleeping place,