1.
Turn off, Lay low, Shut up.
How to design a hailstorm?
I am aware of an instance
where a considerable
length of cable unspoiled
into an uncharted trench.
I’d imagine a source of curiosity, I hope there
is a kind of influx of people who just come here
to stare at our ancestors.
This forgivable error of solipsism has left the door open.
Circling each other, since then neither able to argue
more logically, we owe nothing to their memory
even if it were to stand a chance.
We broke open those pockets of pus, we peeled
the remaining walls of abscesses. There’s
now an openness to it that we try to understand.
A sense of camaraderie and unspoken arrangements.
This forgivable air of dusk-traffic left those doors open
and presented an awkward form of opportunity
and everything else is
pretty much debris in comparison.
A more serious threat of deaf-will looms, it’s nothing but grey
and the differences in us between are exposed :
Values that we might not peril flutter.
”Values” are the songs liars dance to, now that you know the words, sing it to me.
2.
To run with hares and to hunt with hounds ( ? )
In every case we will turn our attention from all
that goes on and today is when form is ours
completely. We arrive at the possibility of
delight in every form of choice.
We will fall through the ceiling erected by the past,
progressively. Who is this creature we would
educate so joyfully? Whose eyes sparkle and snap like
confetti ? Makes you cast mere presentation of
the environment in the finely honed when the
ability an exacting and exhausting business, this
damming up the sublime only through utter
mastery of technique. Then we will remember
only as distant, not formalistic. Looking for
change, flood of what energy it takes to
educate the useful, and sometimes joyful.
We glance resentfully at you, then go on to the
response of only a thin slice, as well we shall
see, of what we can do to score high on those
rigged ratings we call the solving of elegant
mathematical problems and it won’t be true.
The series of what are our capacities, can they
become rare and valuable, each response at
every step along the way, better to utilize the
rigidity to resist change. The worst of that we
will need to keep to ourselves.
They are the valiant, making love in the same beds as we do.
3.
Fog emerges to write future answers across the sky.
Seeing the dissociated like
a collection in parts.
A deeper sense of where
we gather above
or outside of nature,
or in barren
fields left to decay.
Don’t hesitate to analyze systems of prediction.
In the wide spread way of thinking in every corner
in time may become more apparent.
Stretching and folding operations
traced lines connected to forests,
finally abandon outside.
Leaves curled up to encase the steam.
I carry those leaves in my hand for awhile.
When we look we no longer possess pleasures,
there is no justification without
a trace of cynicism. If you want to recommend
the bland indifference energy must be generated.
We differ from the barriers which the fullest
harmony is a question that can penetrate natural obstacles,
there is no reason which we alone influence direction that our veins flow.
4.
Rare honeys :
who do you belong to?
The last time a range of
rubble where they’d soon
be given over to performing
this job. The trouble is,
who could ever replace them
when the train stopped?
Twenty-three minutes later an immense leap
of attempts to prove that you, and your orders were
given a clear mess of concrete destination. Could I
step in while they boarded just before midday?
In the written words of the book the time had
come. Here it is. One of a handful. The train was
moving quickly when it came down to it, one of
them called the shots and climbed out with them.
If you feel like it, come with me.
As I’ve been alarmed to my one saving grace which is
distracting, it keeps showing me things and continues as
everything had happened. It shows us something we
hadn’t learned to speak of, or even to read, the first
colours can step in and boil and stir up our existence and
then fall on top of each other, but most of us just leave
them on the ground. For now, it’s not such a life
moving on with a shuffle, more of a near-silent twitch.
A suddenness of showing us.
About Robert Swereda