Lisa Lubasch

Ordering Things, 2

 

 

Given our desire, a valve, allowing the passage of time

            through the form or figure

This is one way

 

Though we may think of ourselves as vanished occupants

of a given space,

            we are

  lingering, given

to motion, and preoccupied with value

 

This is the terrible argument, which,

in its range, resembles

The motion of straying from it

 

One manner of identifying the game of the universe,

This order is, at times, a rejection of form.

 

 

**

 

Directing the form,

 

seeing it, while suspending our

            judgment

 

Such a motion keeps

blurring into form

 

Without thinking of joining the world with its copy,

 

  describing a form,

            a preoccupation

 

In a word, the condition of its intensity, blazing across a field

 

 

**

 

Seeing,

    living and beseeching,

locating the figure, meeting,

Encountering the subject,

reinventing the trail,

 

To discern the field

as a desire

 

We live in sequences

of given moments of remorse,

 

Our fear,           solitary,

suspended,

 

This is the way

 

We concern ourselves with persons, curtaining

            themselves,

 

As originary desires carry us through

                                                                                    our names,

 

Carry themselves away

Ordering Things, 1
Ordering Things, 3