Entrancement

Those unions
with far away voices
that lull you to unknown places
a shadow elongated on the sea
points to a distant constellation
A hand, out-folding, reveals copper words
and we have run out of trading cards
or the buy one get one free coupons
that have no value here anyway

Motionless suns vexate on a path to
halfway torn clouds
When the sky breathes
we breathe with it
And the locusts sing in tandem
While we unearth from the rock
beneath our feet
and snakes coarse through its boulders
floating truly as if bringers of stones

A red curtain is fallen by a crashing tide

By noon all will have vanished
and yet nothing will have existed in the first place
Especially not these rigid bodies
or these roads that seemed to have been traveled
with mindless vaccilation

Annotated Forms

We will start with the simple premise
that objects are natural in the suspended
state, and from there
passages of time reveal themselves
to idolaters.
The longing thirst of alchemy
bursting forth, the rush of
birds, a sound, a silhouette,
the man on a hill.
He swings daggers
at flies.
Proceeding forward we reap
further constants.
The earth itself is like
a strange thimble
from which escapes countless days.
Black pearls delight the first passerby.
A song ignites into flame,
a dismal charade rethought by
savage politicians,
the last snow of winter
melts before the jagged sky.
At the next level
the bird escapes the empty hand,
a road covered in stagnant dust,
a cat's eye glowing in a solemn room.
The milk of stars collides.
Nothing is conserved
except the unending task of play-writes
and prostitutes.