XI. (Coda:
1.
This partnered sea & in those greater
protracted waves, lone, swept up
–gravity is a social phenomenon–
crusted with salt of the heaven present a green ghost
ship the water unmoved by this
our trade is in the towardness
of here;
is a silence punctuated by the music
of the spheres, that actually is a demi–music
to the miraculous dead:
you merge with an image
out of all proportion.
2.
Columbus knew the impermissible
how we can enact it hugged tight
in the fact said it of the Carib
can can cannibals (though I’ve
my own reason they be agents of
the Khan): a few leagues hence
sailing along this coast land
people exist
who know of the world.
World’s of course what
people are
it’s true in your
quick heart, your observations us
‘dead’ science, needing so much
this East
a world is people under compulsion
lithe cannibal
I remember you well enough
in the moonlight
from the old texts.
Spinach cod, salty
& Scotch bonnet
West’s incursion on the west, peeling up
all that stupid geometry of where.
Joy & Snook
gospel radio loud as it gets, tear
through to what food
a moment you forget why you came.
Panis; pastor
you take the land in, new world bread
there is only here, innocent as cod
cars just barely barking over from Atlantic.
3.
Rainbreak, the compost
library is this release
glowworm, wormhole, the
local spills over with
the rest:
teleology is our greatest
supposition, for the fact of living
in the moment is the apparency
of being undead.
Get up
Lazarus. Dritto
you heretics, erect, in defiance
of death.
Hello goodbye
some languages have it all
in one word.
I mean the heart
only beats when it’s got somewhere to go.
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