Triangles are the hardest

to break. Kept coming back

boomerang. So: snip,

dance, and explode for

becoming weather.

I was thinking of Bruce

Nauman. Body

as the circumference

of a circle whose center is everywhere.

The storm forms of Notley’s Songs

for the Unborn Second

Baby. Paxton’s small dance.

Bataille’s intolerable

secret

of being. A not stillness. Not ever

a peace made of war again.

The proscription against written vowels

in Ancient Hebrew. The AIR

in there. Spelling’s peril.

Hazard that comes

from “representing” breath.

Abram’s The Spell of the Sensuous.

“Darkness over the surface of

the deep and a wind

from God sweeping…”