"par la lumière naturelle"
I.
in or among
the gray unsettling
consequence of things--
"did you sigh
just then or simply move
your arm across fresh linen?"
splash of pigment,
chrome yellow, surely
accidental, though so
much of our sense
of things will ultimately
depend upon it, we will
certainly suppose
varying degrees of
intention--"you think
you could maybe
let me see inside,
just once"--that is
if one thing depicts,
then any other thing
might just as well, burnt
sienna or carmine red,
ultra-marine blue, as certain
a source as anyone might imagine,
quicksilver trails,
the crystal fray that marks
invisible passages; quick! quick!
a lantern among bonfires,
flake white moths threading
nervous light, powdery paradiso;
"I mean, as long as we're
here amid the locust trees"
nd the shadows are all falling
in the same general
direction, there must be
a tune that contains this,
a box step we can count
our way through together,
something to catch the instant
and turn it back our way,
feints of cursive red neon
across wet pavement, the hum-
drum inevitability
of truck tires, uneven
carbon residues across concrete
II.
"uncertain of all,"
the lapsed time so finely
calibrated that even the shaky
false leaves opening,
unsheathed translucent
stem snaking toward the light,
have numbers they play at,
and confirm, bits of soil
tumbling slowly backward;
day by day, conformation,
things, that is, becoming
themselves; "how is it color
seems to matter," qualities
that eventually adhere,
masses of leaves and summer
darkly weighing; she said,
as others had certainly,
"reckoning with consequences,"
meaning the processes of
reasoning, or was it the mind
at play, flowers trembling
against their buds,
liquid now, now solid,
the simplist of equations
unformed and brushed
across some waiting green;
the bristles' chance impressions
in fresh paint catch
the afternoon light,
petal on petal petalling;
imagine, that is, the rose,
its string of re-animated
photographs played in among
a desire for roses,
torqued upward into
the descending intention
of color however casually
chosen, and what is said
in time is always temporal,
hence song and dance
swaying from axis to axis,
words like gauds spun and spinning
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