Examining the orders of things
leaves us confused about their sequences
Is looking also seeing into
the desire?
In succumbing, are we letting
the words
go into their borders, or are we
Marking the value
That we have ingested?
In
the seas, an inclined figure
The will toward
From a netting, under the birth
of the tendency
To seize it, seeing a form.
**
The
sunlight, parsed
Such
a fraction is part
Of the mutating scheme
This
is the part we call
Back, and call
To, in and around our entrances
What the saying words
Did.
**
A desire,
With its corruptible energies,
Is
recorded within
The traceable form
not merely
straining toward devotion or sentiment
——
Grasp us, and make us see
a given desire
hurrying over
the performance.
**
In
this we deliberate, marking various degrees
of the day
That stands on the horizon,
as a value
What
words lead us, secreting away
our form
Perceiving
the value as
the sequence
Of efforts, without delimiting
them
Keeping a course, not hurrying
All
this, inwardly, through a desire
along the fissure
A name occurring, in time with
the event—
By the by,
scripting a
scene
These actions, not necessarily
synchronous
ever moving into their forms,
as desires
shaken of a subject—
All the while, the evaluation
turning, leaning against the frame.
**
Looping
the actions through
Is one way to amplify a future,
though perhaps
not the only
way—
In
one version, a woman crawls into a vision
and stays there, indefinitely
For three years, she summons
the question.
**
This
is one way to redemption,
to describe the form of a given
desire,
generating the
question
while opening the measure
of the response.
**
Even
if looking and seeing are
sentimental
There
is another motion in awareness
In other words, calling up
the question or sustaining it
Requires us to generate a judgment,
To
name the thing, not merely to refute
one argument
in the context of many
Arguments sustain us, but they
may also keep us
Although
the proof does not necessarily insert itself
These motions redeem, as we
live them out.
