There’s a long line and they wait to send something to get what they need
a long line of words the horizon shuffling about at the doctor’s door
who watches all long lines from anywhere until they supply their cure
turning on themselves note the sense call back an order it must have known
the girls push their wheel barrows when do we ever get to know
under the shadow of the margin trace the furrows back to sin and then light
the long teleology of lives rays from the line of lines that washes itself
Dido is Hannibal my father had wet hands elephants on the alps
it’s hard to see much when you’re busy doing
order of the spell we’re in can’t see how we’re spelled
waiting to learn the present tense the humble means of chaos
when you kiss me like Mary with your Aramaic lips O hosanna
here’s a long bold line that toils and flowers from the center
I can hear the horse in the chair the snipe sing in solid plaster
put your foot through the wall and feel its wet unmade continuo
of course the margin starts anywhere moveable evil idem-itas identity sameness
the trick is to think back and back and suddenly the maze is over
fish falling from the light and no other god around my dear
just a panther circling in the dark we are ever closing in on rest
fervid center of bone closer becomes thick green its vapors I near in delusions
Kant you rat I neared the line came in the thick with delusions and I let go the rope
who will post bond for one no man can imprison sd Tyana go your way
they replied you cannot be ruled by me he dealt from the heart cld juke like Spinoza
but that was much later they ring the gong and maybe it’s later again
they ring the gong maybe it’s now he’s coming the scribe starts a fresh line
the bronze waves of gongs roll back and make to shatter the margin
as if the margin had never been o read from the silence my friend
we’ll know what to do looking back we’ll ride the beast that is itself the end
start there and see that means ride in the sun somber music springing in your wake.
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