Obeying I woke eight times last night
economical in my abode.
This narrowness of sound,
an osteopath put to death in the empty
scheme, to make manifest, first to do
a great thing, to pluck, destroy love.
The black, dark, murky foliage, again
land, in sorry plight, fall down suspected
enclitic in some way. How? Somehow
bright, radiant, clear, enfeebled scheme
to gain the potter’s clay. Each earthen vessel
to speak homologous, admit flattery,
child, boy, girl, slave, the way going
out I built a road, five shields deep,
lepidopterous faith. Treats everything
tunic-free. And what is secret indicates
a lie or wound, where there was no
wish to know, fresh like a novel.
As fruit through one wing of double gates,
the entrance to a mountain pass, or furnace maimed,
the delay of future fogs, dog-stars
in the inner room, spurious in cunning. Truly
naked script, in unarmed manner of religious
awe. Bring forth generations to fall filtered
through excuse. Close the din of death to any noise.
I found through temple statue fierceness, gave hatred
chemical to chemical. Cherish adder. Bed the bedding.
This is that place of stone surely.
Mark you I built a road after a long time
to procure advantage. Soften our pace through
head of hair, free to make, do, produce,
achieve, transact. A round building
with a conical roof. Offscourings. The dirty water
after a bath. Anger after every dinner. Atone to be
an atoner. Would before an empty god, bereft.