Alexander Calder: El Circulo de piedra.
this house marked thinly off, winnowed
the hook on the roof
is a headland
the people
a winter army, awful
as are the dance discs
and the wrong side
of the room
table dark, tight-hauled
damask angle
lack of species, viewpoint of colder
the dishes and the court alter
Loosed later
eight billion wordings
shaken shaken, wryed perfect
print flicked on a hook
viewpoint colder
square of light so vastly peopled
Fractalenlight, number 233 (the darkside medium fused)
Sick, levitative
Grid glow
Instinctual
Uncanny then eureka
Various props
Mirrorous
silica strung
Flat plain imagined
Though arterial
Ib/Ba
(from the Egyptian Book of the Dead)
Nunavut: the opening of the mouth
a terrain in the north, "our land"
or your land
dawn chorus canada, hey Saturday sun
Nullity: deadend, in fetter of sheets
a space where your real name
your language gets lost
in sleepily dead, the terror of great sleep
is a mouth close by death, fluidly drifting
unswathed, untied
by settlers
by priests
who leave confusion
One-spa/two-spathe cannot speak "space"/come to light
incrementally
recollectible
is the gold
boat widening over the head (from your land to mine)
Faring tongue can now stutter
out of absence
into a middle
an interval
and say amentia, beautiful word
how a message cannot get through
amentia: a lack
or lag when your real name is lost,
itinerant, inert
in cosmography in symbol
in a passageway(area of primal breakdown between)