the river-cobble wall is a method of ascribing
value to the trajectory of moonlight beyond the glass
only iterations of force or a whirlwind of energy named
names to draw limits to its confusion yellow–
winged blackbird lavender bee–plant rufus
hummingbird: these are sounds you are
the articulate carapace stuttering in the coals while
arctic wind gessos the mountains
on hands and knees you stare at rain drops reflecting
moon because cicadas are singing the sound of tectonic plates
sliding windless dawn stem of yellow–flowered groundsel vibrates audibly
harmonic or sentience corvis comments that the brown sparrows
perched on the rope are dried leaves of a climbing vine the premise
of ornithology is the say xylophone apparently incongruous
other than decibels to call the music of stars or plumage
displayed say red pinions say blue tail then color or you
were describing the sound of struck metal or the way a bird can say
there is a vertical line where memory
and sentience separate this is a musical
note exaggerated attended by a mind unworded
in thought the way the skin of a woman
is the emission of light when musical sound
leaves symbolic representation sound is two
meanings neither merely a mockingbird
a sitar ratchets off worlds that do not mean
harmonies or the two dimples above the buttocks
are articulate on the notion of ecstatic music
there is a cricket singing beneath the metal pot it is
a xylophone a memory of bronze
so no willow self mind is aspen then white
is where you found anemones pulsating in tide pools
this dispenses knowing of knowledge the way
blood accelerates through the body at the thought
of being dead feathers flutter from flocks of migrating
south birds you name you
observer of your perceptions like the concept of you can see
your hand covering winter sun in its early setting
dissolution drives fecundity of the world to know
to unknown: you stop on a mental image say a leaf orange
with green veins and you prevent it falling to litter
and dissolution of unity or your cognition
finds cello seeping into your chest this is hearing
as when you open your mouth to speak the sands
of sediment taste like lime: this can be described as the way
light articulates its idea of image through eye as a way of laughing
white bark becomes pictograph declaring emotion while
white geese are declarations of sky roses and the white snow
is a disguise where nothing is seen in this seeing through any gap
in memory where sky is always blue and the sky is nevertheless blue
and there is always a gap between cliffs where one sees
the future as merely banal artifacts of living strewn
along the shore of a blue lake in some country that never
existed as either bone awl stone pestle or necklace bead of blue
stone to force
blind wrong mind
nothing matters the deceit folly caress
of sublime all merely a dropped pot its mica
reflecting in a pine woods for a thousand
years brushed by birds’ voices or breath
of inland sea
hands smell of spruce sap
and you perceive a violent blizzard approaching
down the river basin unclothed by name or word
this version occurs beneath the milky way
crazed wall slipped with clay is not a wall
but a green tea cup set vertically you can hear yourself
if you talk into it stories of mountains of mist
and granite and beautiful wraiths who beckon you in languages
barbarian and bodhidharma’s wall was the same concave
mirror to reflect his seeing nothing or merely thought: if he moved
with his right his left responded; if he thought
with his left his right galloped so much to accumulate
to hoard: acres of air miles
of light sheets of falling laughter
earthen house on billion year old continent floats
west toward the pacific sans
sail sans compass no pilot I but victim of magnetics solar
flares oscillating poles where clouds are a series of striations muscle
moving contra my sailing meaning earth and sky drift contra
meaning water comes from the west dying sails toward the sea
this happened before continuing to happen I remember the prairie
described as a sea floating west you remember the grasses
gestured toward the east yet if you move too far west it is east or the soul
shuttles on magma west into night