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The Objectless World
10:55
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hangs a lantern
in my idle ear
the light crawls
into my mouth
usurps my tongue
dances falsehoods
sees limpid beauty
weeps chiaroscuro
broken teeth gnawing at marble
“not a single work depicting a human face depicts a person,
but only the mask through which non-image sensations seep
and that which we call a person will be an animal
and the day after, an angel”
bloody fingers clawing at canvas
the stars drop like hailstones
on your tin roof pate
embed their formal grammars
at random in your skull
selene lifts your chin
kisses your paper forehead
your face crumples into
a wastebasket satellite
hand yoked to chiral form
throat condemned to baritone
chisel pointed up at god
lost girl’s heart obscured by stone
steeped in the gleaming bronze manifold
of brâncuși's daughter,
my body projected on its surface
tumbles into a slumbering resonance,
a forbidden dream of becoming
infinite hall
marble statue suspiring
my double recast in
venusian glow
but i cannot ask who
carved her into truth
my tongue is stone
my arms lying on the ground
she disappears into a vitreous wisp
but her memory stays in my mouth
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Half-Silvered Mirror
08:59
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couched in the damp maw of desire
conjectural tendril generates
nacreous spheres, squinting
loose thread hangs from retina
mirror drifts untethered into cataract seafoam
clock holding its own hand
raving in thousandfold rotation,
iridescent face in shadow
throat pointing at inverted word
in the shapeless spray, my eyes diffracted
these silent bones will not speak for me
never will i be an arrow pointing
“at bricks I bawl,
thrusting the dagger of desperate words
into the swollen pulp of sky”
loose thread hangs from retina
mirror drifts untethered into cataract seafoam
these silent bones will not speak for me
never will i be an arrow pointing
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center of my chest
a cavity opens, bursting
gnashing teeth, nascent tongue
clutching at unpronounceable self
the abyssal “I”
the burning “am”
laminae of gases expand in
the enormous cosmos in
the cavity of the mouth
the abyssal “I”
the burning “am”
condensing into an astral arrow
lungs pregnant with impalpable truth, I fall to my knees
and from my center bursts a barbed vowel
arcing toward the gorge of fate
body tearing itself apart under pressure
as the mouth screams
my name, my name, my name, my name
body topples, sublimates,
spirals toward the veins of the rising sun
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Casting a Bell
07:18
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licking dirt from ore of truth
heart a furnace of inner alchemy
on hands and knees sculpting a mold
to pour my molten self into
i am ascending into resonant planes
will you hear me when i toll?
hangs a lantern in my bronzen mouth
singing golden sonnets of self
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