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CONJUNCTIONS:15 Fall 1990 |
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Seven Poems from My Bird Book Norma Cole
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For you it's called absorption, for your dream, the hood was wearing a cape, the little division sang division sang a little space causeless light can blind you always focus as respected depthless field behind you Exactly and the line is not exact, those elaborate devices divise us, it just doesn't know how to be two at once, cover your faces when you speak Absorption of the baby, absorption of the Idea of the Baby, isn't it like eating the predicate -- or being hungry, an assortment, the tiled floor of the stock exchange the painting lowered its eyes swallowed the dream of absorption Without living a taunt can right absorb lost benediction comma redemption warm intervention icy extrusion nothing is like an overarching voice rustic and being gular flutter flower of the rock that sunny comfort reach and out of hearing sing me the, whole song about to speak will is only nearer to speak nothing but arterial equivalent gular flutter punctuate equilibrium Says I am invisible in my feathers World knot young beyond half casual theme courtoisie & turbulence a few more slowly now we read little gold suns over the airstrip no medical treatment for civilians expeditions speaking like through a screen door peaches for eyes How faint the spot harmonates unbarred by time, wit and the shape memory bolted unobtainable until we learn it Come up now onto the roof of my mouth and see this shadow that has driven people mad Common denominators this papers generosity waters constancy emptied field what we know passed to the back mirrors open up another front "Thou wilt never see that raven again, for I am that raven" fly over in silence powerful registration before sleep on your experience falls recent but complete areas of color next to each other "you ask" did they release him today but with some affection method asking and began respiration falls and the thorough world is great Washing brushes in a lake sibilous net trend or engender long hanging word shivering when it sings to the one natural day one thought |
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"their infinite nests..." --V. Huidobro |
Being is done I say several to come seeing Oh I am here to keep forgetting "self-perpetuating. . . and light" I break them and then I eat them or translate them to keep the damage When I go to reason it was never my home time of extension searching died against me (do I say moral or ready calling out very quietly moving forward must be her ears generalizing left swept and go behind to map and to provide look home and then to go.
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