something going off somewhere

"Gonna see the River Man, gonna tell him all I can" - Nick Drake

if there had been any sign of it
more tender
weeping amidst grocery

it was by god gone now
there in all her pieces she crouch not singing
squat somehow the way we thought
afterwards to describe it squat-dark
of itself gargoylular all sad
at the parting of such winds there
........................................................aloft
in her pieces and location like that
come off it, we, come off it, you
off it, off. and this ululated, this on high
..........................................this to no avail
................this a mapping rolled

apace grating sensations she forgot
by a end of some earlier dissociation
that got her thinned beneath, attenuated, envelopt
in dermal flag and sheath let us now look
...................let us now turn

(no your poetry is nothing but chaff
only the stuff of directories, invoices
stolen histories, unvoices, this, this, this
many times I got to tell you this
the real your unembodied
falls dead within you no without you
without it will not do will not do not)

it after is not all not to say not at least uninteresting

look at the mother they say look
you want to know look
here in the crevices of her dustbowl

a seasonal disaster spinning
...................................................chinooks
though she clutches, clutches, cries stop O stop
look so funny, so wide and flat so funny
.....................................O after all that of course we were entitled
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.............................................exhale/exhale(exhale)

..............[worlds soon to come will know
..............no tooth decay]

(Himmler was (exactly) this age when
...................................he crunched his
............................................................bubble
..........................but I am not pessimistic)
........................................my geology sings:

phreatic slits the padding planes slewed
.....times leached calcites, lactated rock-stuffs
..........—all glint and shear, glimmer of renewed
..................lime integrals in deep and dash, roughs/
......................smooths as though—as steep chymical-stewed
.........................—resolvèd ruin's dry-rearing cloughs

....................[feet in ancient time—her thigh-heart enter
...................,—the Sotadic (undead sephira Daath)—we wight
....................her topographic shift—quite the Red Preventer
....................—in its ancient time—sped tricoteuse light]

because we're here because we're here because we're here

vadose, she is, escutcheon, keyhole, wet
.....................lights below ground
....................................voices in her hollows

............................far-off in the streamways
...............................all that no sign of it now
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..................^[joints still crarking—crows not shaping
....................up wind/rain across playing fields of daylight]
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