lanx australis

bounded

it stayed rainy. sand-soaked waves upon a wave-soaked beach,
every-so-seafoam careening to and fro. beneath a branching birchbark
brightness - krakow, krakow - animation suspended from a whirligig
ceiling. sundall and maxwell furled and twisted up, opposing, knowing
themselves.

earlier, earth was circus splendor. then pins and needles set scores
on the curling shore, and solely stood stilts against the whorls and
winding whims of static. a foregone conclusion, a forecast not found
wanting: maxwell, eighteen years old, surfing channels, surfing usa.
sun, sun, sun, sun, rain, rain, rain, rain. forty days and forty
nights. pell-mell, gates of hell.

a spontaneity betrays nothing; they believe in each other. maxwell
wraps a covert claw around his glow, his own glow. arcs on the
dartboard, dashboard dark, carnival varnish. sundall eyes the storm.

a tree falls in the forest and a butterfly beats out one last breath
and, halfway across a heartbeat, turbulences turn unheard. earth is
murky.

park your car, perchance this purchase
all beauty is -made, all scramble is our own.
things that are not ours nonetheless belong to us
as numerals, as pantheons, as parthenons, \ \
would we have composers if not for arrows?
is there something so remarkable of 1679?
if all these fell in the forest-
and if these were the forest-
so, as the forest, is you

all Halick’s bright and dancing things
this hereby lost forgotten sort of delicate substance strung from room to room
He writes a hollowness in things I recognize, but -
stories all grind grandeur in equal measure, simulət regions
[ to believe in oneself, if only for the lack of ]
[ oneself, a breach of anti-conduct ]
prince’s paupers - a curse - punishable by promotion
but if we could not escape this form ()
Esther caught me once a brief lesson 
along the shores of less grand rivers and
     serial time
// and also in my own collusion, which I disturb
     not as he did, that visitor of iandi
iambs, sparsely f
to be frank, what he said on that bank illgotten - 
that this and all was amber itself
            (gamboge, i interjected,
                            - and honey )
if light needs a medium, on and on,
regardless, that art has no Laplacian clockwork

imbued and unincurious I rəd on 

years and years of accumulation, dust of ages, the hearth and home
a sinner’s staircase, slippery and chock with unwashed travelers
an ornate elegy for Etiquet, who first broke forth along an early star

the only things we build that last are lined with the devil’s cobalt
and so a lifetime lost lives on in the unlatched cellar, unwatched,
stellar only in its lack of stars : it does not await

for if it were than it would be 

a long time ago i categorized something that i meant to say aloud; those days are far off now, along and away across a grassed expanse where everything is neither greener or red-bluer but rustles restless nonetheless - or seems peaceful despite the crown calls and cartwheels and, to a lesser extent, the nightmares],well], they never meant much ]though i’d awake and thank this or that, i never this or that these days] it was particularly easy since i had a knack for ))well, not for driving)) here’s there’s stories and all and all, memorandums and memories i’d be loath to memorize]em]

sketched, cauterized, or wounded, oh, hell is a red-black place
9 out of 10 times we awaken to the sound of ourselves,
(science says) and science says and ++ and what else;

guard your harked ears carefully, for all is what at seams,
kelp dredged drudged and drugged on dark honest nightmares
and calculət stars and far and far and far and far

oh but we dread the year on, oh but we edge the searing
edge of things and
on a whim
reduce maps
to points 

wealth and breadth of dearth reviews whence skipping came, — a curse on youth! alas alack and no way back, a simple stunning sunset pieced of human things and writes of spring and rights of spring and ah and ah and pierced on stellar wings

; it’s beauteous but what is not enshrouded in a gorgeous thought