10.5.14
equivalence is not the same as existence

or the same as living or you can go now

flushed out from the shrubbery

to a surface whose angle is

moving toward you

& your dying

                            but the moths are the moths

eating wool blankets & flying round the

desk light one & the same ones

              nil igitur mors est ad nos

                                          tenderly to

escort the walrus herd in flight a lapse 
to walk facing into a spider’s

web along the garden path & left there

the spider astride the shipwreck

of what I can’t avoid

              that being oneself can’t be

being self possessor of oneself who can’t

own seeds of self whose being who

oneself now can’t mean one 
10.26.14
I buy flowers two bunches

Norma says she eats chocolate

for those ones who can’t any

longer I translate pastor

cum traheret for the shame

of having horrible things happen

forsaking this vividness it costs

too much for tenderly living
no stars no moon it’s

been two weeks & she’s

still traveling she feels

more away more distant

redundant & its precious

juice drained from a ciborium

it’s her syntax of pattern

& prayer that’s hocus pocus

hoc est corpus but not

now royal for raving

for virus  
             she shepherds her

across the waves in

her idea boat in a song

as her atmosphere of promise

an apostrophe to future as

I stumble into this where

atoms split I rescue

objects it’s my duty I

leave things as they are as

if to be summoned I remind

myself that she can’t 
to conclude Alice performed

her ritual of outrage a ceremony

for those who no longer who hungered

she didn’t remember

the drawing she’d drawn of an owl

but only the owl’s feather

Beth sent her that the drawing

in reply was sent for