Lisa Lubasch


Ordering Things, 3



His voice occupies one place in the un-

differentiated field, a kind of zero


cries at night, as wind will†††††† †† disfigure


the overall

††††††††††† scheme.





Her eyes move,

††††††††††† their turning signals


†† a fracturing


All the time,††††††††††††††††† she was figuring out a system in another language


As the story judges her, ††††††††††††††††††††††† it takes on an illusory

††††††††††† quality


†† This is also a part of the fantasy, ††††††††††††††††††† it grows


It is like a spirit†††††††††††††††††††††††††


In this filtering of necessity ††††††††††††††††††† ††††through the story, we are all

††††††††††† the time moving †††††††††††††††††††††††


††††† At times, shadowing it.





These paths are regulative, as for instance,

††††††††††† the spheres


rendering us †††††††††††††††† ††††††††††† positionless


soothed by the belief,



Emptiness, of which we are also†††††††††††† a part.





Her gravity†††††† †††††††††† is part of the picture


††††††††††† which

informs her, ††††† as she loosens the frame


†† She thinks †††† ††††††it becomes part

††††††††††† of the account,


the other version.





What is mutable†††††††††††††††††††††† is


in the frame,††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† her thoughts are

sometimes merely echoesó


As through a screen (through which

††††††††††† her thinking may pass and then dissolve),


†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† things

††† are passing

from one state to another,


An ever-dissolving current

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† defines themó





Into what surrounds us

We go out with a belief


That we are separate from ††††††††††††††††††† the error, which outlasts us,


as we are inclining

††††††††††† toward it,


Fleeting words

††††††††††† one measure


keeping us intact

while also dividing us.



Ordering Things, 1

Ordering Things, 2


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