What Had Was
Forced of limbs
Right
twice, left one, right
The
combination, compound complication
The
second time and on
That
it picks up distresses it, with the roll at, subsequent in time
A
long series, told in a story as a fix for wear
And
housed in pocket holes
Renewed
as magic or the optimistic though
Releases
all repair
And
all told comes
To
single points
How
forest
How
hill and how the pounding rain sideways at land
A
one, to stand amid and solid to the base
Untouched
unearthly weight the smooth and marble shape
The
inside not the out which is the truth of the things
Should
be professed by senses
Hard
inhuman perfect marble was
As
those too in a row, the first direction best
That
pocket hole and bound there, then they
Can
be never lost to possession as
Beginning
in that hole-,
Narrow
narrow, long shift side and forward, narrow narrow
Stretch
ahead, ahead -,
Is
it it is something to oppose and curl the way a smoke path moves
There
is a twenty margin of the filings
When
collected, silver shards that whittled down was smelted back
The
grand, that’s big and whole
Cannot
stop the scoring of it with an edge
And
pulling hard to rip it roughly
Sealed
the edges with the flame
Returned
to pile it in a mass
As
piled as flesh as with the alter in a European style
With
detail ornament and setting into fitted well worked stone
Is
inset into it the pile, the heap beyond repair of skill or earthly
vanity deflected
It
is only left, the simplest and easiest, the true
The
under-cultivated stripped of digits and articulation of the sin
Into
it, a smelted lump, the pile, the derivative where else has been
burned out to soot
And
left to it, the clear and pure and super-heated running stream
The
alter mound, the concentration,
as
the piles of dead have would have been,
if
they the souls could be so melted down
to
one essential kernel every body giving up,
so
delineated, it is set against its side and scored, and sealed, and
capped, and cauterized
if
still in some a coating of a skin of fat not turned to soot inside
the shaft,
smelted,
idols
even,
quickly turn away from them, they turned to water too,
and
erasing any of suggested line that man could make so that remains
the
most unnatural
of
something not occurring even twice akin which is, outside of nature
as
there is a finite rising to the even base and single form
that
nothing has a symmetry it is a human conceit(ed) thing
that
there is nothing we could say reflecting in the holy realm
so
we the they should treat us as the dust, destroying even as out word
our things
out
scratching even as we rise above the dirt
that
we the they should rub the faces in it to obscure the symmetry that
was provided
in
our featured faces
then
by choice are fallen, lower than the waste which we the they
provide-,
as
much as are the slaying on the mattress,
as
the war at words
as
the frozen how should we the they provide the tool
to
hide the crystal form
or
easily condition to appear to never see it there
as
in the holy way should all decline for symmetry -,
a
waddle when a dance could break,
a
limb
and
self soiled
as
the roost is still a vanity
and
heads like full of lice
should
hide,
because
their perfect form
conflicting
with the perfectly declined, the mass, the heap and pile –
it
is a condition, a but
for
how avoidance rules
lOCKING
INSTRUMENTS THAT JOINED TOGETHER SEE PROJECTED
iNTO
THAT FROM OTHER SENSES TUNED TO BE
a
GUAGE gauge GUAGE
to
hold alarms of tight possession
and
there providing from the vapors
tHROUGH
THE SALT BEHIND
tHAT
QUICKLY GROUND UNLESS
a
CRYSTAL OR A FORM MORE PERFECT OR COMPLEX
cONFRONTS
THE EYE
iT
IS BETTER THAT, TOO MOCK
tHE
ALTER AND THE STAGE
oN
WHICH WE THE THEY HAD COME
aS
LESS DESERVING
tHAN
THE PILE
tHAT
WE THE THEY REDUCE THE MOST AND USEFUL THING INTO -
and
plan, prepare, and send away
as
it is, the ones could say,
it
was a beaten trust
that
all that, and shifting direction continuous reversing
and
repeating broke the frames
that
were, so thin and delicates the way of any cell way in a body small
to see
inclined
to be, is,
and,
a thing that’s frail in youth coming needs protected
needed
that, the pressure down on it to break it of the path that it would
take to be, in form
rejecting
that, doomed more as born a gel
and
never born more follower
were
by the nature of the passing
aged
away
Away.
Lewis Gesner