poem looseningAnn M. Fine
In an effort to describe (for plundering sample) the essence of something; I pick LEAF; following the direction of an amiable kind of cartographic memory : maybe the need to understand complexity (explore) simplicity the fine line—I go toward yes the very one that lies worn and microscopically defiant (as homely and metabolic as worm) that eats its way between consciousnesses like ours- [romancing in the darkness] and the myth that a grave language wants to be and is speaking through—like unexplained cravings spiritual and ontological cravings in which you want something you cannot have unpossessible things that swim, unborn, and gum or suckle the underbelly of your life (let leaves cover lips do not press) waive issue— not of text but of texture, not unpopul… Epoc! of lost names of sleep’s precious agonies the lonesome ache of good Music: Caletre de la pesadumbre (judgement, acumen, keen insight and weight, and grief) infamously desirable, as desire of; music of foreignness with each foreign object each color each separation stanza onomatopoetic onomatopoeia on um auto pick…ahhh About technicalities, please pardon our dust. Our domesticalities / wild points where you lose your we lose; forgive me; our identity, it. Us. A part and from, between. Lover & beloved; two-halved perceived points; flashing in the gaps; entered, entering the lines’ verbose vinesong between may be LEAF / light and or star.
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