Tabula Rasta

. . .and this is what came out.



Near where dwells Althea

In chartreuse repose the sward reclaims serenity,
Chopped and walked when serenity is minority,
sprayed, and glistens for enforced uniformity.

Holes through, edges not edges, and a seeing overlapping
light over lighter and dark.
There is a curve, there is up and over, and a circle right,
flash round flash square and so on.
A smooth paleness broken, a way in or out up over there.
This is now a red smooth moving, this is now a blue/pink moving, and
orange is encourage.

Undulant topography entreats inward notions outward,
discouraging discouragement of unhindered leaps only for leaping.

Not to go over is now. Not to stay is not noted.
Welcomed not welcoming, and the surface is not everything it seems.
That one gives to the surface without thought. Not thinking is doing,
not thinking does no thing no thing says waiting.

There is now warm pressing. There is now warm pressing and black shoe.
There is now formulated flower and relief from regret. There is now
movement before dropping and floating. There is droning.
There is now droning and burning. No droning no burning
circulating returning.

Now be now for some time beyond delineation, for languid insistence
on a tensile moment redolent with purloined ardor for when, and then.

A striation tells of stopping growing, a smooth shapeness
which is different diving, a reach, a branch, a relaxed reaching,
a trigger which is a vibration, anticipation, cadmium light
in pressing warm circles.