Mazed Interior

1. Cogs & cogs that cannot turn to recognitions: such dogs in the dark noonday! As if the tongue told & tolled Among the melancholic arcades. Where the moods advance toward the modes. Time to try the knot, the Not Or to be caught Forever in nerve-traceries of Beauty . . . Unstrung, the structure is sound. 2. Detour to far fires. To be counted missing . . . in a toroidal space That mimics the shape of its container, speech. The passive of, the possessive of— Measureless intent,blue almost black, the picture below the voice. Less a name than a substance Coming to stillness, star-inhabited. Less a substance than a sigh. 3. Awaited, thou,unawaited. Divided here. O then Opened as earthen ring, cave-recorded. A mazed interior. Self-similar aisles of isles, pouring form from form. Lastness as device. Aligned as measurements (letters)— as sensitive, all-too-sensitive compass needles forever seeking the frozen pole, the zero. Caption: “An end-of-century sailing ship,Delirium held fast in sheets of ice.” 4. No atmosphere is sufficient. An embryo in the brain is not yet breathing. There, the labor Of the living rock, where an ache, or bruise-ember will be discovered. Scored for Theremin, or permanently scarred. Where shadows point:Mad lengthening to made, as unmade scaffolding. Thus, repetition, resisted is the register of thought. Now here, even as staves are falling, another story —intervallic—cannot be told—that is, besieged As the heart encaged in bone. The animal calls long long, disconsolate In its hollow mountain. 5. Neither nor nor neither, time builds Its twelve tones between round&ruined. —as the roots of the sunflower, arrayed over earthlight. Routes unreturning / term without terminus. Riding as reading Migrates underground. Writing as the righting Of fallen angles, of tangles of Accident— arrives riven, a body never to be / surveyed. Abandoned in a wintry field, the sum of its travels —its hunting the same as its haunting.