Reframing Visage—Rearranging Passage  

In the time               in the time green molts unto blue 

                                                  I launched into my haunches and kissed 

                                 Vetch for the very, for vernal 

Theorem spells itself in quartz or 

                             I launched          into my haunches and kissed 

My misty refraction, surfeit of frown: form all clueless rue unlike 

                                                     Theorem spells itself in quartz or

                                    The to the              to the pied spines stitch ridge.

My misty refraction, surfeit of frown—form all             clueless rue unlike                                                       

                                Range and spume ravel winds through

The to         the to the          pied spines stitch ridge—

                                 Frames linnet-sweet Tintern, ere where 

                                                    Range and spume ravel winds through

                                 Nettles wave, mirror spleen 

                       Frames linnet-sweet Tintern, ere where

                                                                 Green falls out like hair.

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Nettles wave, mirror spleen 

                              Eructates the          out of the and there        

                                                                            Green falls out like hair

                                  Through which I         through crispest blue 

                          Eructates the out of the and there

Bleeds till my marrow turns to seed    

                                         Through which I         through crispest blue

                                                     Spell hot tactile red 

                                       Deepens till       my marrow      turns      to seed because

Desire          moves like raptors ride thermals because pure lymphs 

                                                            Spell hot tactile red          

                                                  Thus I came to the         to the tension split into honey.

Desire moves like raptors ride thermals—because pure lymphs

                                             Tell me I love and           

                                                          Thus I came to         the        to the tension         splits into honey

                                                                                      Whose salt hot tongue hokes.

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Tell me I love and                    love me for all

                                         The times I forgot to fall, failed the tarsal

Whose salt hot tongue hokes

                   For the light in the drifts of powdered lime.

The times I forgot to fall failed the tarsal

                          In its swoop, its sweep rivets hare to hairline fractured sky

For the light in the drifts of powdered lime

                                        Down which I slide, swallow let blood and all oxidized.

In its swoop, its sweep             rivets hare to hairline fractured sky—

                                                   I clamped the cells course inside me, the sough

Down which I slide, swallow               let blood and all            oxidized

                                                          For the party in the             in the grass stains his ass.

I clamped the cells course inside me, the sough—

                           A process by which             blood becomes bone: bone becomes sough

For the party in the in the grass stains his ass

                                      Till he disappears into syntaxes none can exhume.

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A process by which             blood becomes bone: bone becomes sough

                                                            Underneath a           sky all grey and thewed with thermals

                                     Till he disappears              into syntaxes none can exhume

                                                                           Under an impression elentics will go on to anthologize.

Underneath a sky all grey and thewed with thermals

                                                                Trochees got kicked like stones by children

Under an impression elen          tics will go            on to anthologize

                                                              For the colloquy, for the          exegesis on dust as

                                            Trochees got kicked        like stones       by children

                             Tear horizon asunder

                                                          For the        colloquy, for           the exegesis on dust as

                                                                                                       Dust makes a portal, tear

                                                          Horizon tears asunder    

                                                                   Till stars light your marrow, till

                                                            Dust makes a portal

                                                   Glows          like a chevron blazoned on a beetle’s back.        

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Till stars light your marrow, till

                        I map stings into a halcyon of honey

                                                       Glows like a chevron blazoned on a beetle’s back

                                                                                                   As it grips green blades and then as 

                                                                                     I map stings into a halcyon of honey   

                                                                        I will make my way away from a wound

                                                                 As it grips green blades, and then as

                                                        The plosives drip off drovers in a preparatory sketch for a gale.

                       I will make my way away from a wound.

                Crops like the colors dapple a stallion’s flanks drip with dew like

         The plosives drip off drovers in a preparatory sketch for a gale

                                                                                    As it’s sworn swamp and swale.

Crops like the colors dapple a stallion’s flanks drip with dew like

                                                             I never did that to you but you too did a descant for bloody spores.

                                                  As it’s sworn swamp and swale

                                     So too has my spirit dwindled; like wind through gorse it rustles. 

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I never did that to you but you too did a descant for bloody spores.

I blink a salver all rusted with the luster of sweat and forget

So too has my spirit dwindled; like wind through gorse it rustles.

The years rustle; the years turn sere then indigo.

                             I blink a            salver all rusted with the         luster of sweat and       forget

           The temperature at which hazel switches its winds; like wounds

                           The years rustle; the          years turn           sere then          indigo

                    Splits rock-solid into gently flaming stick, styptic strophe attains

The temperature at which hazel switches its winds like wounds

                         Make a track where sun can          teach passage to pass out as it

                                 Splits rock-solid into gently        flaming stick, styptic          strophe attains

                                                                                                                                   Pageant, thus agapes

                                                                Make a track where sun can teach  passage to pass out as it

                                                  As it parses ray on ray, striving             to forget burn’s 

                                                                                                                 Pageant, thus agapes

                                                                                                    Retrieve forgotten ices and scream Osiris whole.

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As it parses ray on           ray, striving      to forget burn’s 

                                 Overly didactic lexicon, replete with skinning etymologies

Retrieve forgotten ices and scream Osiris whole

                                                  As if I want two kinds of deaths for mine only poles.

Overly didactic lexicon, replete with                  skinning etymologies

                                                                           Never tell me live origins, as I live

As if I want two kinds of death for mine only poles

                                                                   Till death has me on life’s parole.

Never tell me live origins, as I live

                                          In a place where vile fescues garland largesse, like a bout of sepsis shrieks

Till death has me on life’s parole and 

                             It splits into peristalsis              splits into slips prayers solder, but

In a place where vile fescues garland           largesse like a bout of sepsis shrieks 

                                          There can be no misstep.

It splits into peristalsis splits            into prayers         solder but

                                                       I come with         pepper, with assurance that your steps will do.

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There can be no misstep

                    No further step cannot correct.

I come with pepper, with            assurance that your steps               will do

                                                                                               While doing wild vacillation.

No further step cannot correct

                                  Unless you’ve stopped; and unless you’ve reached zenith

While doing wild vacillation 

                                        I wish you an end at an end you can’t see.

Unless you’ve stopped and stoppage’s zenith—dictates he turns husk

                                                There’s no reason for blues don’t go greener than graves.

I wish you an end at an end you can’t see

                                                 Where the gravest greens can’t dictate a darn thing.                                         

 There’s no reason for blues don’t go greener than graves

                                                          Revamp repetition like peristyles let you to

Where the gravest greens can’t dictate a darn thing.

                                  Thus telluric sings a spine played by a coccyx.

Revamp repetition              like peristyles let            you to

                                                                                       Totally totes etude.

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Where the gravest               greens           can’t dictate a darn thing

                                                    I run my fingers through my hair; I run my gut till it’s

Totally totes etude

Like an edict from an out of date trope.

I run my fingers through my hair; I run my gut till it’s

The very rimes contrary

Like an edict from an out of date trope

                                                      As tally divests fumes of their smokes, whose carbides are  

The very rimes contrary

To effacement and its facts etiolations travail.

As tally divests fumes of their smokes, whose carbides are

                                                                   The bestest that ever snuffed you back together again, and again

To effacement and its            facts etiolations travail

                                                                 Like the tarsus of an ox in a painting by Chagall.

The bestest that ever snuffed you back together again and again

Cannot            account for this              cochineal until you totally know why.  

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Like the tarsus               of an ox in a painting by Chagall

                                                     I showed the horizon how our wounds

                                          Cannot account for this cochineal          until you totally know why

                       One minus one does not equal zero, so with eyes like zeros         

                                                       I showed the horizon how our wounds

Take time to metabolize and heal like

                                  One minus one does not equal zero, so with eyes like zeros

          I felled thee sun with one swift glance.  Now I am smothered with burning whorls

                                                    Take time to metabolize and heal like

                                   A home with sores instead of windows.

I felled thee sun with one swift glance.  Now I am smothered with burning whorls 

                                                          Look like mustard flowers at dusk, whose aerial shot describes 

                                                                              A house home with sores instead of windows, soil as

Theorem spells itself in quartz—or starry torques tattooed on this horizon

                       Look like mustard flowers at dusk, whose             aerial shatters description

                                                                                                                  In the time        in the 

                                                                                        Time green molts unto blue. 

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Looking         like mustard    flowers     at dusk, whose aerial         shatters  

Has my lime in a twist of litmus and light          at the scree mistranslated as talus, or the loss when

                                                           Green time          molts—unto blue

By the ribs of          very, where every            novel timbre clips core’s horizon

Has lime and light        —at the, as talus or when

                                              Rivers stitch           beds for forgotten gods    that they get up ere we all out

                                 By ribs where every         clips—cores

The telling could have canopy floored, exactly like  

                                                           Rives for—for got gods ere we all

While grey plays its tumbrel pearl       leapt o’er             peach nor earl

                                                                                                           Could have

                                                                  Missed the outer from interred

                       Plays it—plays o’er                              missed the outer        from interred 

Theorem spells itself        in quartz or                      in time, in green.