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Rothko Chapel Sequence Anthony Hawley

spaces farther off are spaces farther off spaces blank by blank arranged for almost always ending arranged for always writing       over throat about to say about to wear wide wash of event one wakes in the margins of error to see a hill is empty       from neon on the walkway of all things intersecting just repeated no future knowledge one watching out the window goes the gutted window another imitation sparrow       echoes w/sound of something not something heading towards disappearance towards ashen sense of scene forget it the dark       is crowded w/dark time fashioning glow of having once filled of having once read of things about to be leveled before they were phantom       limbs endless absence filling frame unframed endless headless poppy crowded w/ violence another such stringing out       of thing another such burning market such averted looking such fitted quiet splash goes the arm is also on fire w/television dear gunning       citizen what will one wear to war the waist outgrows evening attire with barren squaring need to outgrow always into someone’s       ongoing money of what is space for but money in the ongoing flashbulb age of what is space but about to have been lit with money bends to fit the shape few trees vacant       which is to say the century of looking as always at a body as always to exact control century of the eye cinema too much century of wanting only to look the negative too is pleasing to have seen       hour by hour made more absent made electronic revision to head as eye is to all day lunar light immures the looking system history       of being taken by storm by what wearing thin thing has in guests to eat fancy new skin of never one’s own heaps       for the taking evacuated room one’s own room of body filled curiously without a way to see without a way to cease       lengthening blackout continues to make what ash is about what is ash about ash- can carrying case you are in the bin       in two isn’t you completely held to folded sleep held to thus the end forever more border ever more ongoing       end is only air filling one watches oneself to speak watches oneself to sleep all the gone matter the head one hears the head through wind       asks of anything an entry ask as if to open remote bird song push remote bird song push so what the song so what