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04.01.09
Two Poems
Common Day

Our failure in the waves
What is left of wind scuffling through wind
All meaning no content
A crust blossomed off by looking


Like human faces lapsing
Into the smooth body of the world


If they looked at it
The wind scuffling through the wind
Shaking hands on the shore of the sea
They cuffed the ragged waves


That decay into their growth
And they said in their houses
Nothing speaks against this
You hitherto bend forward


Then is the sea what is not
Happening
 the extravisual cresting
The mind at this point without
The goal of ending itself


The glacial sheets
Only indirectly by being
Rather than the anticipation
Insisting Experiences







Pyramid Song

everyone is going to sleep sapless foliage of the ocean
this is one way of saying goodbye all together
humans covered in water standing


in cinnabar on video saying yes constituting the image 
of our army
a boy watching screaming into a fan


as we return to the sea let it be without hands
though it lave the gate 
called praise


and a green violet-ear bent
still over the water 
more and more you have the feeling


it happens people stop halfway
and go back 
rain directed under the face


then again but with more looking
behind the wind blooming 
to their advantage


and the gray sheening across your hands
and voice
when you help another even


pulling the blanket
over that is a help
and when I cover you another city 

Eric Linsker coedits The Claudius App with Jeff Nagy.