LYMAN WYOMING
See the homestead in white to indicate
No trees no water which is accurate
Though a map of such scale won’t explain.
How to see the homestead see its pole barn
Hand-drilled flagstones
Now there is nothing.
Where the mindeye began on the ground
Memory ends the barn roof assumes
An axon hillock.
Where the blue-blank scoria meets the open
The soma along which we run
I see the map I see us.
With open sights fire on the coyote
Fire across the desiccate flat.
MOUNTAIN VIEW WYOMING
—Season she's done her best to tear down
The southfence to get at the diversion
Ditch how I come to be here let alone
How here come to be
So little water I ought
To be getting in the winter wheat
I mend the line she's busted
She's torn her leg she's tied to it
If she's hurt again she might quit
Giving milk worse still push through
The southfence to the co-op field
O I know I can't hope
To pay for this was back 2 years
Snow so much the mail couldn't get
This far out they held it in town
Which was fine
Because there was no mail.
LOOP KINEMATICS
Loose flights of crows crows seen unheard move
Latidudinal across clay furrows of fields
To woods especially to spruces for their needles
Then back above houses at the road
Leading out of a village down a slope before the ponds
Which have been drained by the pondskeeper
His consorts pluck crucian & carp
From the mud in dozens they do so with tridents
As you come down the slope your legs loose-feeling
& your back each footfall gravels the myelin sheath
You pass the assemblage thin-firing the fish
Someone waves you wave back the electric sun
Dendrite trees beyond which is a station
From there final words neuron by neuron.
From there final words neuron by neuron
Dendrite trees beyond which the station
Place of departure place of reconstruction
Though 6 kilometers distant from where you run
Now out the village up the long grade
The valley itself a firing place
Firing places in unwitting shapes
Walnut trees a rotten fence chests the tread
Thin bus tire in viscous & other wheels.
Your hand is closed you are not from here
But here you have a home you leave from there
Having run your loop you’ve displaced nothing.
Loose flights of crows crows seen unheard flights
Latitudinal across clay furrows of fields.
INVENTORY
From the left there my 1st wife
My 2nd wife agreed
To the 3rd who entails the 4th
So I have 4 beautiful wives
My 2nd wife agreed
As do I agree to The Principle
So I have 4 beautiful wives
We live together we are a family
As do I agree to The Principle
Of Celestial Marriage eternal cooperation
We live together we are a family
We are individuals we are all agents
Of Celestial Marriage eternal cooperation
Fulcrums at a hard paradox
We are individuals we are all agents
We each in agency choose obedience
Fulcrums at a hard pivot
My daughters & my sons so many work
We each in agency choose obedience
Putting up the season's hay
My daughters & my sons so many work
Don't you find it pleasant to watch them
Putting up the season's hay
One of many things we do here
Don't you find it pleasant to watch them
If you'd like I could name them
One of many things we do here
Then you'd have a clearer sense of the place
If you'd like I could name them
You could compare them to your family
Then you'd have a clearer sense of the place
We might even feel an affinity
You could compare them to your family
Experience is difficult to account for
We might even feel an affinity
In such an inventory
My 2nd wife agreed
From the left there my 1st wife
So I have 4 beautiful wives
The 3rd entails the 4th
ALDEBURGH
As though a spirit or group of entrained spirits come out of the river over me leering from the blunt hilltop I see a vertical form within which as within a lightshaft are held dust particles distinct points in space & so in motion & there is a pulpit whitewashed walls dark pews & their corresponding embroidered cushions a slate roof a triptych window illuminating human forms in a vortex of flame a father & son embracing a gyre over an estuary channel this is a church in which I along with other figures constitute a complex of figures which is a figure itself that shimmers on the neuronal layer of the rear walls of my retinas & so this complex churchfigure I take onto the sulcic surface of my brain in dozens of distinct areas this reflection takes on the damp brainsmell of that place of heartwork so I have taken in the church have you in your mind’s eye achieved stabilization of an image I have not.
I see the frame broaden as the church flickers there I discern perhaps the room in which the churchfigure is worked now I see no longer only the church risen at the hilltop its interior distinct points I see also that from the spire emerges in compliment another spire from the slate roof an inverse roof from the floor a mirrorfloor so are the figures of this church oriented metonymically a complimentary nexus all surfaces intersecting every line expanding arrays of distinct points within & without constituent relational planes perhaps extending to infinity as it seems the complimentary churchfigures do though such distances myself I’ve yet to see perhaps by means of vision I am not equipped to do so I am here here is my conscious self centered in this multivalent churchfigure of distinct points flickering intersecting planes which constitute a figure of consciousness as there at the retina & correspondingly at the unfurling braintopos shimmers the churchfigure as would retinotopically shimmer other figures come there from the hilltop or some field of view or a pane of glass extending in all directions at once
Which the church does hold its center which is composed of distinct points the windows pulpit slate roof pews & so forth which has been discussed which is the center of this church where this began which I see shot through with multiple panes of glass the church-on-church figure intervaled by the infinite glasspanes of projected linear time & on glass is light so the figure takes further shapes as accordingly do the retinotopic figures I discern the panes of glass constitute pairs I discern the pairs of panes move out from the center of the churchfigure which I discern expands & the figures of my experience emerge in the interelational space between the glasspanes now I’ve come into light flickering between the glasspairs that widening space bares something of the external world’s relation to the active topography of the brain.
So. There is light now on dozens of distinct areas of my brain. Dawn shines through words cut through a steel scallop words in color of infinite gradation color beyond the measure by which I could ever hope to discern though there nonetheless are the figures of the words constituted in light these words of Benjamin Britten’s: I hear those voices that will not be drowned. Sulcic in its form is the vertical scallop which shimmers in the dawnlight as is the brain sulcic & as is also the shingle sulcic & iced-over this morning the shinglestones in the ice hold their surface then the ice gives way the stones of the shingle composite of the beachberm these stones move out one foot comes to be between them & on the stones & ice again another foot holds then also comes to be between them again again again as she & I & her father make our ways out of Aldeburgh towards Thorpeness which drifts away.
CHICKENCOOP
& steel mesh there is dung there in the shed
Is shadow galvanized hare-brained feather fibers
Soiled cellulose nestbowls yellow as Father’s
Watchchain elktooth steel to his watchpocket shadow
Beneath the makeshift palletfloor there voles
& mice are beetles too after which hens jab
June grasshoppers vibrate or a worm warm dab
Of sun in the coopshade a wasp growls
From the eaves from empty space thin & freckled
Her fingertips, wrist, forearm plunge out the light
Dab to the nestbox the shadow below a churl-white
Hen slips to darkness in hand she takes mucus & blood
Splotched an oval a keratin-knobbed egg
A warm oblong enfoldment of circles: behold.
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