6.

6.

If one is the threshold 

of seer and seen

one is its discourse

and its eloquence

is happiness, or vice versa

just say it like it is

who’s on those feets today.

Pine needles or particulars,

the myth of me is metaphor enough:

ducks bob through the grief-stricken corn

on the suffering side of Stissing Mountain,

order espresso they give you LavAzza

dogs and cats mate in the old

church how much can I say

until you stop listening 

how much need see-

          will I be absolved?

The feet of night is a formal decision

stalking at noon

  how much breath-

I’m grass

listening to your feet

they never loved me

but in nearness.

… I said to him: “Your excellency,” (he had the rank of a general) “please explain to me why Yezidis cannot get out of a circle.” 

“Ah, you mean those devil-worshippers?” he asked. “That is simply hysteria.”

… and then he rattled off a long rigmarole about hysteria, and all I could gather from it was that hysteria is hysteria.

is grammar, and the trees groaning all together. A Capillorum arbor of Turkish Creations. The self-awareness of particulars. Complicity in the ring of waters. Devil of matter our fallen middle-man. Spirits of the lower air they used to call them, and called us worse, parading our devil’s nests clothes through the megachurch humus.

Let’s take the other front door from this thought. How to erase the ring, and take me with it! How get to the other side of the simplest matter. You run your hand along the curvaceous paten of middle-earth, as soon as you can see a squirrel’s ass, as the French say, high-tailing it from the dawn of your measure. Heaven is the end of my table.