ReRites (I am Alive) [July 2017]

Platzes Relax Wangle I can disappear in the open light ~ + ~ And Desire We live in a field of time where we are naked. We sit down in the dark. What Never Came There Again Timex. Blisters and shark troop hunger. I saw everything. ~ + ~ They Loathed It In The Igloo Bong Mud, flowering, light into the house. An emblem of fish curling from a sand-filled toy. Finale gazpacho. Regulations thinking the cut. What does the lie. A lamp lit tenderly in the heart began to weave sand ~ + ~ And the shapes of our lives went on plainly; coolly, needle-nosed, degenerated; worrying about things was almost our only complaint. ~ + ~ And the sunshine asleep (beyond the flesh) understood what grief was oldest Reptilian Air blew thru his woolly brain, then corn lifted quickly in recourse, an open darkness beauty, fragrant & curtained Crucifixion A warm perfect stupor, and in the stupor an unbuttoned love concluded ~ + ~ Pooled the summer lunges by all spectrum-cooled beneath the many. ~ + ~ oh, not graphs, I don’t gristle--unreadable foil: myths given like sweets --a wrecking fire eased into rock I am alive! See her, milk clean warming ~ + ~ listening to an old song, is enslavement to the first hour