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Chapter One

1.

fear of cold left behind by the cold
pale height of rocks left behind by blindness of rocks
ear-piercing autumn　　by atrophied trees
subtracted from between the tree-trunks

then wind　　not among withered branches but human bones only
not fruit skin but decayed hearing only
not to scour wings but to scour bright the age-old chorus of metals only

the dead fire through dense fog　　leaving death behind
empty fields　　dark vision where furrows emit the smell of stew
frozen stiff walnuts twisted off one by one
among addresses of wine by the glass　　an ocean colourful and cruel
every minute empties out a cathedral where our fears are stored

subtracted　　down to the sum of destruction

2.

there is always what’s heard vaguely in a dim corridor
buzzing in the ears　　moves far away outside the ears

at the sea-level of stone
sound　　breaking up the chord of bird bone
chases in reverse a body that can feel pain
our bodies born again and again by a pair of pink organs

reality always intensified　　gushes out from a tunnel of wind
a thousand cacti married to a composer’s night
from high above goats’ empty orbits exceed our air

sound moves away　　ears smashed to pieces

3.

fear　　between valley and valley the hydatiform mole brewing
fear　　between gold and golden
　　　　　　　　　　　　　ruins of man
pipe organ shine　　wades across the river pissed by a bedwetting baby
sunshine　　lifelong silence dropped by a cloud
　　　　　　　　　　　　　what’s heard
always kneads the flame of pubic hair between sleeps
between days　　a stomach sweats in the midnight sky
silence　　opens the dark score of granite

fear our fearlessness　　between mountain roads
sharp reeds of bird have no fear of scratching the morning
sit　　fear no chair
got to rely on white bones sticking out of fingertips
　　　　　　　　　　　　　pay attention to the show
old women’s weeping guts dazzlingly bright
face carved into inscription　　the more you listen the more like your own
blood resonating in a wax rainstorm
　　　　　　　　　　　　　old women’s weary knees
stick close　　thrashing　　countless dull red inflamed knees
choir　　kneels on a glass rose with no fear
allow brown tongues to lick out the dew
fear no shame　　so do your best to reproduce

we who are reproduced by fear　　build a mountain peak
　　　　　　　　　　　　　be heard by what can never hear and
become　　the tenderest between ghost and ghost
between talking and talking white snow brilliant in four seasons
exposes the body’s absolute zero of linguistics
　　　　　　　　　　　　　confirmed by deathly pale flaws
between blue wrinkled wombs　　a distance that cannot be filled

4.

poetry　　impossibly not universal surrender
tongues beat the drum’s surface　　impossibly
without hitting truth

those unwilling to be freeze-framed　　are fixed in a snowstorm lit by candlelight
read by nostril-terrifying smell of salt fish
the porno sky that lusts for death row convicts is reading
the map　　bored now with reading

those stranded in the golden brain
every day　　push a dead concrete wall to the deaf

the knife that excised us rehearses heart-beats on the plate

impossibly　　the living aren’t part of fallen leaves under the trees
butterfly pinned on the wall impossibly not a peacock
dawdle　　death is the only garden
impossible not to excrete weddings on Saturday’s meadows
thundering kisses　　endlessly glued to make stones that bomb the eyes

when speech is left behind by speechless　　life’s last day is
left behind by days　　a greasy window on no direction
unpassable　　exhibits the only collapse

5.

autumn vibrates between nows like a crazy musical instrument

in golden Mass memory shrinks
bodies　　when reviewed by a beam of light between bodies
we　　are mud flow taking fiery red breath

only when faces are fate is then the now

lungs　　pull tight a black maximum deeper than us
beasts carefully cover the silver-white calcium in bones
a distance in illness
when unreachable　　is seen by this rancid belch
blinded　　then pressed under an ocean paperweight　　written out

hounds fiercely barking　　driving the now into a word
wordless　　only thus the now is left over

a mountain stores the weight of the music it endures through its life
a pipe organ puts in false teeth to lie
saying　　flesh with no breach　　cold white arpeggio overnight gone far away
voiceless　　sow the glittering wheat grains of dead bugs

subtraction　　grammar that organizes a lonely army
using our eyes　　to organize sunlight’s depleted pain
beat up a berry till the pus it deposited quietly turns purple
testicles hanging in solitude　　deleting the now from reality

Chapter Two

UNTIL

until sky is like a breast popping out from a collar
held by horrible hands　　your hands
until slow death　　displays more distinct violence

until a dead drunk fiddle has just shed its feathers
until a bird flies into the snow-white structure of its own skull
a pair of fleshless orbits stare outside the window

staring　　wind　　twelve months’ paralysed blood
thick smoke in the fireplace always seems like the last time
blackening a horrible throat　　your throat

remembrance　　not remembering until transparent
another　　each flung broken-necked elsewhere
storm　　until the tiny storm-storing heart

use more distinct violence　　display slow death
this horrible rotting　　your rotting
like a zero with no exit

like a scream　　expanding its territory until tonight
tonight　　expanding its face out to the belly-tattooed ocean
sea given to a golden frame until

painless　　severer than headache
the entire sky a nail that can never be pulled
but is hammered home　　until this bird’s head undyingly rots into thinking

until nobody can reach the finish
until the impossible　　always uses you to flood the finish
until slow death　　wakes you at midnight

wind　　twelve months’ paralysed blood displays more distinct violence
until your head is the only horror
fleshless and snow-white　　until　　your mud splatters all over

THEN

then you go on dying　　dying in plaster
then the pitch-black snow inside the womb goes on falling
then the face is not while burning pain on the face is

wound is not while the ripe age preserved by beheading is
staying awake is not but sleeping more than a century is
eyelids　　oozed the blue of eyes

then even mask is not
in the candlelight　　facial features are an early-winter field
a plaster apple is summoning the pitch-black apple trees

a plaster baby is summoning the dead through clenched gums
then a sleigh full of audiences for four seasons drives in
sky is not　　crow’s signature suddenly is

the sound of snow moving upon tiles
the smallest crystal bedroom　　when tongue licks into you
skin absolutely is not　　then lovers

all like a stone-paved town hanging inside you
then go on being loved　　with fragile beauty in the moment of death
then getting drunk is not while a glass of wine for ever is

a million women moulded by a womb
exquisitely designed tower　　shut in the open sunshine
with you　　can only be

with nothing　　then must be
a numb look again and again moulded by an adverb
a poem moulds a wall of disgust that chases humans

then golden patience no longer is
then　　plaster roses when unpluckable forever must be anything but
the post-mortem summoned by your funeral make-up　　then the funeral goes on

SINCE

since the undated　　neglected foul blood’s due date
since the year fell off a bed’s edge　　edged you out
since conceiving evil　　itself conceived

what wraps two dripping fruit segments　　wraps a present too
since solitude became your food
name　　turns you into your own tenant

since those turning their back on age　　turned back to a birthday
since the nookied cloud　　sat on a naked spiral stair
dazzlingly blue sex of a tigress　　surged to your sex

countless sunken ships show their masts above the town’s sea surface
since anchors of survival　　hooked onto the forehead
corpses have been pulling a net

since the soul that pressed you so hard　　pressed so near night at four p.m.
since the dark green meadow has filled with a white horse’s bitter jealousy
since having lived 　　like impure death lived

name　　turns you into your own tenant
directions　　always patted off a dirty pillow
bad dreams dreaming the limit of four limbs

a flesh-colored ATM drawer　　draws again the you of now
the gleaming fish of an ambulance　　carries away your now
since every minute abandons those in the minute of childbirth

from now to now　　broken bones in a thumb joint a far journey
since rape could never end
since your illness　　projected an endless you

life　trains people to love the shame dearly
since　　destruction set off from far away to return to your own destruction
a tooth not refusing to be buried refuses the theme of time

Chapter Three

whoever is ruin will open wide the golden cranium
whoever is destroyed　　will embrace starlight’s knowledge

heavy snow again　　directly falls in between invisible seats
ashes　　scattered in a man’s skeleton
the dead’s glances everywhere
excited a drop of water　　madly growing into silver-white carnivorous grass
after death　　madly grows through our broken walls

whoever has stony orbits can endlessly hurt the sky
whoever sits into a blaze’s centenary　　is listening

pipe organ　　boiling oil still trickling down five unspread golden fingers
boy’s sintered glass is trickling
between nothingnesses　　sound of wind　　ghosts’ violent imaginings

pipe organ flying along corpses
has angelic eccentricity　　making what never vanishes in cold

whoever listens　　then has heard

stone’s previous life　　emptied flesh and blood out to abandon the mould
stone’s stalk　　penetrates winter to retain the torment
between storm clouds of stones our caresses climb a crying fit

one drop of semen sucked tight by female warmth in the sky’s body
one cluster of eggs　　hanging　　the darkness in which maggots nest
one hundred kidneys turn into vocalists for the rustling moon

whoever has lived in snow-covered places then walks the tip of a madman’s tongue

the proposition of limitlessness　　limitlessly pushes into an instant
twilight a proposition　　gathering the blaze’s meditation between collapsed vaults
fable’s flesh in every age
all roasted　　a cathedral from snowstorm to snowstorm
mercilessly sieved by madly grown light
a man from here to here　　listens to one night limitlessly festering

whoever is left behind by time
will build up a prison of time

by　　an instant of love-lying the pipe organ is uprooted

music isn’t here　　this speeding ear robs us
on music’s vast foundation
heavy fog exhaled from this mouth disperses a century’s audience
until　　limitlessness tightens harm into a colourless pupil
then　　whoever hugs the sky too tight will be endlessly set out on this time
since　　nothing left inside us

between us　　the pipe organ expressionlessly smashes another life