Simple Theories

  Fragments cited in Deity voice. All such words, signs, bones, rocks, pieces, increments. When daylight grew, kiss on the sky, love light like that. Abetted in the garden, that pace together. When does death mean anything? Space unemptied, vocal, a rhythm just a breath. Our hands forever holding. Dithyramb, then, in a position of agitation and excitement, so much so. The god, so called, beyond words but with them. Words so called, they called. It happens in a moment, telling peak. In a moment, so, or beyond restraint. All a-twitter deity, busy in the blur. Whatever music a poem makes, the ear hears, body feels, or never so lucky as sounded. Aristotle said it is the nature of the products to be better than the activities, but he was racing. The field fills with tall visual grass motivated to movement by the breath of wind. You are there in a moment. Deity passes.

  The stars were then great, there, as perspective. The sky, great, hung there in scudding relief. Ocean news and great. Land close and far, great. The things, so many looking strong and important, were great, cardinal. The sensible voices spoke, rang, plodded, seemed intently literal, great. Each event fell into time. Looking hard, in need, still and great. Feeling inspired to be inspired, in need. The imminence of sound, which always becomes speech, looked needy and great. To whom speech, and from whom, or what. Alignment in circling serious, now then there where. Dance could strike up, like noise. Noise frames instance. Promulgation stirs. The stars are great, serving. The sky is great, the grass is great, the water moaning is great. Bring sacred taste along the lines. Bring that step dance while you’re at it. Great as great is great, each word greatly greater. In the end, you may begin, great compact lit.