* * *
YOU OUTLIER
beyond yourself,
out beyond you
lies your fate,
white-eyed, escaped from
a dream, something joins it,
that helps
with the tongueuprooting,
even at noon, outside.
* * *
The silkbedecked Nowhere
devotes its duration to the beam,
I can see you
here.
To be received by you, and leave—
Under the sandhood steers
your unmonitered sleeping
brain
the unrealizable, single
oceanic
day,
come, I brighten,
come, I give you
to me and to you too,
overbred one,
heavy one.
* * *
The vineyardwall assailed
by eternity jingles,
the vines
mutiny,
jingles too
the marrow brain, at
heartswelter, in
the realer housing,
the five grains distributed
over the four seas,
dive in.
* * *
Only when I touch
you as shadow
do you believe me my
mouth,
that one clambers
with late-
meanings up there
in the timehalos,
you happen upon the host
of secondusers among
the angels,
the mutefurious
stars.
* * *
IN THE REMOTEST
connotation, at the foot of the paralyzed
Amen-stairs:
the phase Being, plundered
bare,
nearby, in the gutter,
sayings still
noodle,
dreamfiberreinforced the profile
of the sleepexcretion,
at its single
heartactive temple
ice forms,
no book opens itself,
the Übernothing has
joined up with me,
it gives up its fight,
in the ice,
we are ready
to exchange the most deadly in us,
the thorn that gave the freesign
rises through the cradles,
behind the punch clock delusionsolid time
gives itself away.
* * *
INSERTED INTO
the emerald-trajectory,
larvaelag, starlag, with all
keels
I search for you,
unground.
* * *
All the sleepfigures, crystalline,
that you adopted
in the speechshadow,
them
I supply with my blood,
the imagelines, they
I should salvage
in the slitveins
of my insight—,
my grief, I see now,
defects to you.
* * *
Two sightbulges, two
scarseams,
here too, straight across
the face,
a light, retrieved from
your first brands, a long
time outside,
slips into the
glimpsed.
* * *
BEFORE MY
sheet lightning knee
the hand comes to stand,
that you
passed over your eye,
a jingling
gathers certainty
in the circle I drew
around us two,
sometimes, of course,
heaven dies
in advance of our
shards.
* * *
YOU THROW GOLD after me,
drowning:
perhaps a fish
can be bribed.
Give me, death,
my pride.
* * *
The whisperhouse,
open on leapday,
handed on
on jute, surface-
deep,
it naturalizes
the fricatives,
the lallation-stage
is taken care of
by the lip-
pegs,
—does the
other snap in,
on time?—
this, yes this
glacierscreaming
of your hands,
the network of the dead
helps to carry the firnice,
the moon,
poles reversed,
rejects you, second
earth,
at the restheaven, deathproud, the
starthrong
takes the hurdle.
* * *
LITTLE NIGHT: when you
take me in, take me in,
take me up,
three woe-inches above
the ground:
all the sand-made dyingcoats,
all the helpnots
everything, that still
laughs
with the tongue—
* * *
TO HUDDLE AGAINST
the instabilities:
two fingers
snap in the abyss, in the
rough books
world roars up, it is
up to you.
* * *
I FOOL AROUND with my night,
we hijack
all
that broke loose here,
you, load your
darkness too on
half my driving
eyes,
it too shall hear it,
from everywhere,
the irrefutable echo
of every opacity.
* * *
YOUR CLOCKFACE, over-
layered with
bluefires,
gives away its numbers,
my
provenance
looked around, it goes
into you, the co-
joined
crystals
bawl.
* * *
I PILOT YOU behind the world,
there you are at home, unflinching,
cheerfully
the starlings survey death,
the canebreak dismisses the stone, you have
all
you need for tonight.
* * *
MY
soul, youward creasebent,
hears you
a-thundering,
in your neck hollows my
star learns how one sags away
and becomes true,
I finger it forth again—
come, confer with it,
this very day.
* * *
A STAR
listens to a light,
an hour repudiates
an hour,
heartheavy
azure rolls
over you,
your bloody
saliva
delights
an obsessed dustmote,
a motherstump
leads an earlyface
through a pain,
its god,
mowing, paces off the imagefront,
on the ridges
of the upper
cradle.
* * *
LITTLE ROOTDREAMINGS that keep me here,
bloodwashedout,
no longer visible for anyone,
death’s possession,
you, camber a forehead
that a speech may go, of earth,
of fervor, of
eyenesses, here
too, where you read me off the blinddial,
here
too,
where you revoke me
so thoroughly.
* * *
II
ALMONDING YOU, who only halfspoke,
yet was trembled from the seed on up,
you
I let wait,
you.
And was
not yet
uneyed,
as yet unthorned in the song’s
constellation, the song that begins:
Hachnisini.
* * *
IT STOOD
on your lip: the figsplinter
it stood
around us: Jerusalem
it stood
above the Daneship:
the bright pinescent, we thanked it,
I stood
in you.
* * *
THE SWELTER
adds us up
in the ass’s bray before
Absalom’s tomb, here too,
Gethsemane, over there,
bypassed, whom
does it bury?
At the nearest gate nothing opens,
above you, open one, I carry you toward me.
* * *
WE WHO LIKE THE SEA OATS GUARD,
in Neve Avivim,
the unkissed
stone of a complaint
swells up,
before fulfillment,
it palpates our mouths,
it crosses
over to us,
alloyed to us
in its Whiteness,
we hand ourselves on:
to you and to me,
night, be careful, the sand-
commanded
is strict
with us two.
* * *
A RING, FOR BOWDRAWING,
loosed after the wordswarm
that founders behind the world,
with the starlings,
arrowy one, when you whir toward me,
I know from where,
I forget from where.
* * *
THE RADIANCE, yes, the one that
Abu Tor
saw riding toward us, when we
orphaned into each other, for life,
not only up from the wrists —:
a goldbuoy, from
temple-depths,
surveyed the danger that
slyly underlay us.
* * *
YOU, NITID
daughtertumor
of a cosmic glare,
seized
by supracelestial search troops
shunted
into the seeing, god-
waiving
starheap Blue,
you turn gamy
before our
hungry, immovable
pores,
a co-sun, twixt
two brightshots
abyss.
* * *
COME, lay out the world with yourself,
come, let me fill you all up with
all that’s mine,
one with you I am,
to capture us,
even now.
* * *
A BOOTFUL of brain
set out in the rain:
there will be a going, a great one,
far across the borders
they draw for us.
* * *
THE TRUMPET’S PART
deep in the glowing
Empty-text,
at torch’s level,
in the timehole:
listen your way in
with the mouth.
* * *
THE POLES
are in us,
insurmountable
while awake,
we sleep across, to the Gate
of Mercy,
I lose you to you, that
is my snowcomfort,
say that Jerusalem is,
say it, as if I was this
your Whiteness
as if you were
mine,
as if without us we could be we,
I leaf you open, forever,
you pray, you lay
us free.
* * *
THE KINGSWAY behind the pretend-door,
before it, deathed
in by the counter-
sign, the lionsign,
the constellation, keel up,
mired in,
you, with the
wound-fathoming
eyelash.
* * *
THERE ALSO comes a meaning
down the narrower cut,
it is breached
by the deadliest of our
standing marks.
* * *
I DRINK WINE from two glasses
and harrow
the king’s caesura
does Pindar,
God turns in the tuning fork
as one of the small
just ones,
from the lottery drum falls
our doit.
* * *
SOMETHING SHALL BE, later,
that fills itself with you
and lifts itself
to a mouth
Out of shattered
madness
I raise myself
and watch my hand
as it draws the one
single
circle
* * *
NOTHINGNESS, for the sake
of our names
—they gather us in—
seals,
the end believes us
the beginning,
before the
masters en-
silencing us,
in the undifferentiated, attesting
itself: the clammy
brightness.
* * *
IN THE BELLSHAPE the
believing-unbelieving
souls gasp,
star-nonsense
propagates itself, even with my
hand, in desert-sense en-
duned by you,
we got here
long ago.
* * *
AS I carry the ringshadow
you carry the ring,
something, used to heaviness,
strains itself
lifting us,
infinite
de-ternalizing you.
* * *
STRANGENESS
has netted us,
transience reaches
perplexedly through us,
take my pulse, it too,
into yourself,
then we shall prevail
against you, against me,
something enclothes us
in dayskin, in nightskin,
for the game with the highest, epi-
leptic seriousness.
* * *
ILLUMINATED, the seeds
which I in you
won swimming,
rowed free,
the names—they
sail the straits,
a blessing, up front,
compacts into
a weathersensing
fist.
* * *
III
SALVED AWAY, outside, in the stone-
crop,
by singing
hands,
half the scabious,
thrifty,
before the eardrum rupture,
under the left
foot
a window—of
earth?
* * *
PLACE CHANGE by the substances:
you go to yourself, join up,
by missing
earthlight,
I hear, we were
a heavensgrowth,
that remains to be shown, from
above, along
our roots,
there’s two suns, you hear,
two,
not one—
so what?
* * *
THE WORLD, worl
d,
just in all its farts,
I, I
with you, you, shaved
bald.
* * *
WHAT BITTERS
herein?
The great alonenesses
dwarfing
in the auditory cortex-hymn,
blessedly
the thumbscrews whisper in
sanguine
rack-torture-height,
the determining
pauses
are granted
access,
in the counting chamber,
rebellious,
the rings worship
the rest.
* * *
THE LOWERED
godthumbs, in bark-
shirt I haul in the
lowest treecreepers, soon it will be
today, forever, the