Walking towards Sennen
A stone pointing
out of
its thinness
vertical
is it standing?
weigh the possibility
abstractedly
and deem it ancient
on the downs’ peak
asymmetric huge marbles
piled
up
forming illusory significance
on a rough grounding
till land beneath them shall be washed out
or the town impose regularity
even that far
and
stability sag
land eroding
land dissolved
put in new places
here approaching
the last continence...
shoeing the sky
away... to reach
the lost syllables of continuance
vowels in silence
clinging to prickly consonance
pictographic collocations of bodily gesture
cows in a field
farts ascending
all things near becoming sibilant and breathy aspiring
thoughtless of life force as marketing
each coast slides in to apprehend
slowly, meaning merges with its carrier
and one
starts
to
hear
surprised by voices
which don’t need a script
body writing over a country top’s
multidimensional line
lines
astride
fact of
walking
alef alpha A indefinite symmetrical
in particular no one
anyone who’s biped
not sheep and cattle double u’s and m’s and n’s
plosive utterance mooing and moaning
many-footed forgetting discourse of low sounds
A-figure
arm out at a gate or stile
an F, an E, an R perhaps
locomotive
F, R, E, a gate another E
perhaps? dream on
the open field’s
enclosed
Sigma in the act of climbing
rests on a baseline
functional
T beneath cables overhead
head forward at a ditch P
beer-gutted D
up near Trevalgan
two old gates lean sideways overlapping
in polymorphic unpronounceability
of straight lines sawn in the air they occupy
i marches lowercase
whistling and sighing beneath
humming yarrow lines above
bursts of wind
go on
narrating
which dreams it?
which which dreams?
which which which dreams what?
question? no,
wrong question.
start again.
personal pronouns accepted:
I can make you mine
any time - more to words than metre -
I’m dreamin’ my life - a way
of making, sure of it,
rationalising externalities,
keeping the inside under observation
all these rocks are words
these words are rocks
rock on log on
a still astill astilbea a slit
leaving unleaving
the words lean and rest upon each other
some of the words... the rest do not
aggregate
| egg |
gate |
gag |
grate |
agate |
| rag |
gait |
age |
gaga |
agasp |
| grudge |
reg |
ate |
are |
regulated |
| red |
rate |
eat |
great |
real |
| ogle |
regain |
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some miscellany of wording
misleads
put up.
the writing fades thought is
in the mouth
and dies.
go in both directions. get slippery.
all announcements are doubtful. who
am I? there for what?
indicative ambiguity.
tantalising presence.
uttering as a means of
time and measurement
each word some throwing
light as it flickers
from dished phoneme to
phoneme about to be
dished wax dribbles
mastering the voice
a dog’s head in a funnel
an ear on a speaking mouse
of men growing larger
enlarge on that. gorge yourself
engorged with blood. pillars of it
trembling in tubes
or
that’s the
rapid alternation of the light
almost burned out, barber pole
tokens of barbarity and cleanliness
all a gentleman needs a cut-throat
razor, only part of him
the
head
joined by arteries and skin
adjustments made to calibrate
on a line of pain and comfort
disgust and fear excitement
I exist! and I must die
precarious upon each instant
heart and beat art
and time together
two halves of the same
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Walking towards Sennen