HOW WE BECAME BEYOND FAITH / INEXPLANATION
Because an idea possessing the outsides of things becomes a container,
give the coyote the name of a wolf
in a version of the woods that is an island
in the way your face is a desert I go to
to confront the where, if that, you are.
The vision is, if it is, at the bottom of what I know and the prophecy comes late when it comes time.
Be away, but first, be a desert.
The desert which, when away, wants for struggle to become a field folded in a flower extended over time
with time carrying out
instructions for struggle. I deal
the maximum number
of things humans can number
without counting. Count ideas
as possession outside of things,
possession or forgetting as either an idea
or the idea was we could know how many.
Eyes were tomes for sight, pores in the sky, a lash, holes in the what that never was
and gave the coyote the manner of the wolf,
the wolf the manner of the world,
which can never fill up with speech.
Substitute a mine for speech.
To get out of a mine, learn the origin of ladder was to go down into the wire of the mind at sky.
(To think.) So what can words collapse-
Ok, be my medicine. Go
into the arms of the wolf
who is imagining what the hunter thinks
the animal would be saying, could he speak,
in the arms of the hunter.
Like sight is silence indicted, in the desert, this is the sea the mouth suspends.
FAITH IN THE NEVER BEYOND, IN OTHER WORDS, GUNCOTTON
Red is when the bleeding and the pressure applied to stop the bleeding are the same thing.
A picture of clarity is when a bone-hinge does not resemble a joint or a picture of beauty.
Can I make things important here. Can I say the making of important things like endogens make
or tectonics make.
I want to do violence before you
Because I also want to say I framed a diagram to save it and I mean redemption. As in one axis
was a perfect arrangement of the letters required to spell conduit, the other, conduct. Whatever
was not lost was unreasonable and everything emptied out of it, everything emptied.
I will say something about ice but I was paid to use the word red.
I want to be making an argument that spontaneously breaks itself into a description of something
that triggers truth like a private memory, repressed, even. In other words it must be a mirror reflecting the history of
guncotton. Thus, mirrors are screens.
Can you repay me directly by producing an impression that extracts failures without conjuring up
an image of skin, worms, any bodies, splinters or, now, the dead.
Remit them their-
Repeat the point of authorizing the impossible and you will know what forgets you each time
you fall asleep.
-disasters.
I want to do violence before you, head.
All I can think to do to the tree is say there is wire in its branches, that there is a bird, and brave.
There is brave and it being and being.
I know nothing but teach the grid to be where geometry is practiced.
THE BEYOND BEING FAITH AS AN UNDERGROUND BEGINS
Where what is buried is not enough beneath. Is leaning or what is buried is
what where was and there you were chanting help getting help
to the monumentarium. The monumentarium was nothing I could put together
for you like the infinifection the electric weapon the blanket
under your eyes where light was watching the sky. In sickness
of collection or collection of cells each a machine made of
what the man is made of. I guy. I in order to eat a moth
am eating a moth you drew. A meal meant you were eating what went out
as pigeon and came back as pittance to unreal masters who gave us
the word really to measure degrees of reality. In order to live
fly (a kite made of lard) up exactly into the snow that smells like smoke.
Make the snow go into the box of snow made of sand and then
we must think everything we know. Must stop misreading
empyreal as empty real on the page. On the page with your pencil
furious drawing the darkness by marking every possible line
which keeps the darkness itself made of shade just
without light which feels like a form of shadow itself a form
of feeling. There was nothing in a moment. Feeling like
all this information unorganized is by accident. The necessary unreeling
of the world that spreads out the spin of it its mystery
considerate. Declension of the advantage of the advent of
a vague administration of light vatic blanket of light watched by sky.
Lean against it is a body buried face down. And there and there was
and there was grass and the grass I forgot to put there.
