All Souls Day

143 I wanted snow to fall through, viz. the sentience of a made thing: to say the clouds below us “looked like snow” is to engage in willful misrepresentation: interpenetration of matter: the body mantled not so much with likeness as with quickness: speed: as the death message hums along its wire, postal route, its graph of light (pick your century): a country opens up: between knowing & not-knowing, a compressed amplitude: the heart is a lie the mind tells the muscle, a ladder of masks: G. C. WALDREP ALL SOULS DAY 144 the idea that one thing hides another, clouds as snow, atom upon atom: incendiary: you are not a citizen: the gradient planes shifting in their chemical sleeps is what I remember of poplar, basswood, linden: the dream emerging from the vision, the vision from the wandering eye: ...