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| Will Alexander [Skylight Press] |
Compound Hibernation
Those
who glance about me
Who
cease to see inside the sun
Who
cease to imagine its destabilized pre-quanta
Cannot
know me
Cannot
know my ethos as pumice
As
mingled apparition or flare
My
perception through the prior sun that I ingest like a blackened pre-
existence
Or
collected hawks
through assignation
The sun
with its dualisms
with
its dualisms
With its
prebiotic photons which waver
Perhaps
9 suns
before the sun existed
Before
the oceans seemed formed
there
were molecular drafts
Akashic
precursors
floating
proto-ammonia
I think
of carbon
&
whisps
&
floodings
Of feral
combat shelter
where
blank geometry accrues
Before
separable biology was born
before
the contradictory ballast of de-existent protozoa
Being
searching photon by abstentia like a pre-atomic sigil
destabilized
as blizzard
A
pre-cognitive rotation
A
strange galvanics of the cosmos
&
because of this galvanics
one
reeks of invisible tremor
walking
around in league
with
daunting helium affliction
Thus
The
microns in my skin
Like
haunted salamander fluid
Like
cells bereft with
cooling
centigrade rotation
Therefore
I know
the abyss as volatile lunar transposition
As
sub-liminal mantis as climbing
As
splintering
Therefore
I am not
an
oily or blasphemous yogin
Collapsing
in default by sudden anger or water
Yet I am
compound
Struggling
with scattered mental a-rhythmia
With
partial psychic aphasia
Intensive
Illusive
Aloof
by interior compounding
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