What Had Was

Forced of limbs
Right twice, left one, right
The combination, compound complication
The second time and on
That it picks up distresses it, with the roll at, subsequent in time
A long series, told in a story as a fix for wear
And housed in pocket holes
Renewed as magic or the optimistic though
Releases all repair
And all told comes
To single points
How forest
How hill and how the pounding rain sideways at land
A one, to stand amid and solid to the base
Untouched unearthly weight the smooth and marble shape
The inside not the out which is the truth of the things
Should be professed by senses
Hard inhuman perfect marble was
As those too in a row, the first direction best
That pocket hole and bound there, then they
Can be never lost to possession as
Beginning in that hole-,
Narrow narrow, long shift side and forward, narrow narrow
Stretch ahead, ahead -,
Is it it is something to oppose and curl the way a smoke path moves
There is a twenty margin of the filings
When collected, silver shards that whittled down was smelted back
The grand, that’s big and whole
Cannot stop the scoring of it with an edge
And pulling hard to rip it roughly
Sealed the edges with the flame
Returned to pile it in a mass
As piled as flesh as with the alter in a European style
With detail ornament and setting into fitted well worked stone
Is inset into it the pile, the heap beyond repair of skill or earthly vanity deflected
It is only left, the simplest and easiest, the true
The under-cultivated stripped of digits and articulation of the sin
Into it, a smelted lump, the pile, the derivative where else has been burned out to soot
And left to it, the clear and pure and super-heated running stream
The alter mound, the concentration,

as the piles of dead have would have been,
if they the souls could be so melted down
to one essential kernel every body giving up,
so delineated, it is set against its side and scored, and sealed, and capped, and cauterized
if still in some a coating of a skin of fat not turned to soot inside the shaft,
smelted, idols
even, quickly turn away from them, they turned to water too,
and erasing any of suggested line that man could make so that remains
the most unnatural
of something not occurring even twice akin which is, outside of nature
as there is a finite rising to the even base and single form
that nothing has a symmetry it is a human conceit(ed) thing
that there is nothing we could say reflecting in the holy realm
so we the they should treat us as the dust, destroying even as out word our things
out scratching even as we rise above the dirt
that we the they should rub the faces in it to obscure the symmetry that was provided
in our featured faces
then by choice are fallen, lower than the waste which we the they provide-,
as much as are the slaying on the mattress,
as the war at words
as the frozen how should we the they provide the tool
to hide the crystal form
or easily condition to appear to never see it there
as in the holy way should all decline for symmetry -,
a waddle when a dance could break,
a limb
and self soiled
as the roost is still a vanity
and heads like full of lice
should hide,
because their perfect form
conflicting with the perfectly declined, the mass, the heap and pile –
it is a condition, a but
for how avoidance rules
lOCKING INSTRUMENTS THAT JOINED TOGETHER SEE PROJECTED
iNTO THAT FROM OTHER SENSES TUNED TO BE
a GUAGE gauge GUAGE
to hold alarms of tight possession
and there providing from the vapors
tHROUGH THE SALT BEHIND

tHAT QUICKLY GROUND UNLESS
a CRYSTAL OR A FORM MORE PERFECT OR COMPLEX
cONFRONTS THE EYE
iT IS BETTER THAT, TOO MOCK
tHE ALTER AND THE STAGE
oN WHICH WE THE THEY HAD COME
aS LESS DESERVING
tHAN THE PILE
tHAT WE THE THEY REDUCE THE MOST AND USEFUL THING INTO -

and plan, prepare, and send away
as it is, the ones could say,
it was a beaten trust
that all that, and shifting direction continuous reversing
and repeating broke the frames
that were, so thin and delicates the way of any cell way in a body small to see
inclined to be, is,
and, a thing that’s frail in youth coming needs protected
needed that, the pressure down on it to break it of the path that it would take to be, in form
rejecting that, doomed more as born a gel
and never born more follower
were by the nature of the passing
aged away
Away.



Lewis Gesner