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Allegro molto cis-Moll
child
always the child
never present
at funerals
adult faces
don’t lie
like the sun
dust shall
close the child
at such secrets
wings hammer
scrim behind
voices littoral
shutter inde-
finite sky brightens
our projections
purity
sediments
accumulations in
canals of children of
ten disappear into
this child’s
pocket “no (living
thing) wholly soft
can be preserved” in
this chest
the swallow
copper-vested
percolates
Vivace H-Dur
here forever
spring even
winter forgets
the body’s crumbs
lingering after
disaster
the social
astir in fields
moths crickets
pasture inside
mother’s heart
thickening from
such imperfection
anxious to
break
spring always
Presto gis-Moll
else believe chromatic
scales are colorless, not as
a spectrum, are as
wasted apparition
fades, transfigures
the return of
schoolboys, & their paths
disappear like
dewdrop on morning glass
airs, the heard
disassembling glass, another
dissipating
visage:
Else weightless
time he hath spelled his
Name
Sound the world
breathing out.
Else
to wait what else to regret.
Else to enter in an
afternoon theater to rouse form to germ electric collars round light.
Else
to avoid being plucked.
Else to gully
another moment of being in this
World.
(Else there is no
seed, no
Else no other
physical conditions of life, be it
Struggle.
what else to tell again
tell again
don’t forget
don’t forget
me, its networks, its
rafters. Departure is a sobering. Seemingly endless exchange
of keys / the twenty-four hour recognition of erasure. Departure:
strings from an apron drag asphalt on.
EXCHANGE
else what would
frame