2/IV

IV.

1.

The leaves talk to me again: I have been away

long, a matter of length in the prison of

obstinate matter, in the world’s self-deceit.

Iron leaves fell through the loam right

outside my window- not without displacement and

the measured impress of their private workings.

Nothing leaves no trace. You know what I mean–

I saw it under their crummy ideas I used me.

The streets were in a special silence Pluto

perhaps controlled the weights there

was just a young couple arguing, just the

tall transvestite’s seductive shade being

drawn

in this emptied night there’s just us

no noise less than us every thought from

the diaphragm, nothing less the train’s

passage voices the low rumble of these

buildings occupying their own observant part

being no more than entwined in it, Lucretius

gave us autism but his denominator held good.

And there was, emergent, a face, and I saw it,

familiar, exactly familiar, but I’ll never tell who.

2.

I’d never tell you I know who you really are

such sprezzatura from you know where nowhere

come with pizzazz glamorous cosmos parade

cross the street the wrinkle on earth’s mind you

came from the larger determinations it turns even

your sephirot

          only someone else can see, I may

insist I’m a god, we learn everything from each other

coax it out,

      as I move the hand of my manifestation

to put it in your terms, and this is enough to be

present, while my mind wanders, and I have

wandered from your whole mind leaving only this 

hand on your arm these thoughts walking down the street.

3.

Where else do thoughts belong certainly not

in the head find a thought and get it out

fast one foot in the stream & pull

through its movement let it carry off the child

that’s what you’re doing when you’re doing. When you

part yourself in the waters. Do me,

conceive my thoughts, stranger

you are all that’s

capable, culpable, be guilty of me

in your secret knowledges, 

leave me empty of anything but you you

who come from nowhere tell me about your home

sweep away my children leave only your 

magnificent rags blowing in the wind between my ears.