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.