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Ben Estes

Ben Estes

INTENTION

The intention was to break Ben into leaf.
Break into leaf. 
River rules break into leaf.  
It is bent on behalf of the sheet of glass, under the glass shade. 
That delivery boy breaks into leaf. 
Our island, overloaded with tourists, the sun, and a towel stuffed in a 
bell. 
Tourists break into leaf.
Encourage me.
Burials were like this. 
Fast and sad. 
One too many formations.
Burials there existed.
The sheet of glass is far and doesn't cover very much. 
So many kinds of sheet, 
And so many leaf/scarf : leaves/scarves.

Soune

Am I dreaming you.   No.     Am I dreaming you now.  No.    Am I now.  No.  Now.     No. 

Now.  No.         Now.              No.                Now.               

                                                                                                      Yes, now.   Yes, now. 


Now a rune, now a fan. A lunette.


Now a dune                     now sing a song of grace for                grace.   Soune.  Ah lacuna. 


Now a lark.

Gunfires.





I've never seen you before now and 
now horses waiting by trees






Blow by blow, Alouette. 
                                                                  
                                                               

                   Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette je te plumerai.

Cactuses

cacti stacked                         	I Saw 			
one behind                            	Him, His 
another, behind                    	Death, His	
a cactus                                  	Eye, Do
stacked, behind                     	You Understand
another lamp                         	I Saw
on top of                                	Them Together,
table looking                         	Never So
out on yard,                           	Sad As
and behind yard                    	When He
another train                         	Laughed, But
another yard                         	Always Laughed
taken over                             	When Sad.
given over                             		As One Frost,
and you                                 		Against Another,
were good                             		To Keep Warm
to me



Yards make their first appearance here, and so does the threat of frost to cacti. There is more happening in this poem 
than you could learn in one lifetime. The question that this poem asks is of the abstract nature of touch, and the 
relation of touch to a spatial field pertaining to architecture. 
There is only one vanishing point in this poem, making this poem very easy to draw. Start with whatever object is 
closest to you and hold it in your hand until your hand and it have become the same temperature. But not if the closest 
object is a cactus.
It is written in two columns because it is also a conversation, or about a relation of one to another. Obviously one of 
them thinks it is more important than the other one.

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