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From
"Translations From After"
4.
Bloodless gashes mmmrrrr, and our ears
laid on like caps against the walls:
senseless well-being blasts all holes
with fragrances often shored though –
though cccssss sold as ruins.
Wear
not, be not. They’ve told us knots
did groan, whaling to the creeps.
We do in half believe, but vassy
sweeps are disappearing underneath
our poses.
Confliction
for the weak,
weather – we need it…We
need it – pore it over. Feast.
5.
Swallowed, holes, into the belly
of no wailing, our not so curious
tiny luffs. Columns of air,
pillars of light, straight and high as
sleepings.
Despite
the present they share
with yyyyyyy us uuuuddd, their porches
do not vvvvvvv ppppppp stretch
over the long wisdom: whatever
lays our frills.
Vaporous
wantings,
ghost – xxxxaaa – ghostly – xxxaaa
obbligators do dansverse betweens,
nothing more than ripplings.
6.
Furniture – scrolls, flutings, tumblers,
floutings; two coursings ply these same
rooms. Why vvvveee? Why ooossss,
then, unfraught? This well never occurs
to them, while we, transcited, glimpse
shimmer that’s enough. Physics romps
all the way to the banks. Though a bit odd
to be using same doors, same skins,
we crestle in the likelihood of pipes.
Before’s misformed palaces, ranks,
appurtenances list behind zzzziii
our bluing, filmy arrases.
7.
Defuse; defruit: full of knew,
we cast, ourselves, abroad.
What
wwwwiii double meters pared
at junk ends?
Windless
is a word they
do ssszzzz not seem to hear. Raids.
Heave-ho’s. Reviews are now, our specialities.
Taking under rays, smoothing
double baths, both ooooooo elonging
homes. Two different honings, pleased
as minerals – we say, gain, as though
their lives impended. Are is round
and even as a beam of wave. |
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