Simple Theories

  When beginning returned from the end of beginning, a memory insisted. The insides of drums proved true. An initial had been reformed. Crows flew across the sky. Each tree in the vibration replaced a cause for holes. Otters swam to their own ends, placidly proof swimming. Semi-true beings rewarded cognizance in a pure sort of upbeat. Corn grew to the far side of shade. People decided to churn. This is when beginning got older, like changing your name. The deities had a point, soft as trillium and orchid. A likely planet, then, wandering in the dream of dreamed up provocateurs, cushions, and fresh green grass. Parley this vista among the unknown. Plan to survive yesterday.

  During the reign of grey rocks, some told oxidized, some gloomy quartz, some even sandy grit. In the transit of time before time into the earth but also after time, the rock grew fabled. Increase is earth, abetted by the long year light. And life as proscription dotted the meager firm plains. Thus deities in the motion towards such extremity as of reverse of obverse, were mulct and sped. Life as a keen subject produces a tale of wordless friction. Days needed language to follow guffaws and grunts. Corn must grow abetting, and deep carrot of information. Dulcet trees must presume the land. The snorting mulled thinking people in presence must begin a-singing of ramparts and spatial liberty.  Lillibulero . Cattle looked slightly while grunting in the tender place, the Age of Anything Else. And so parts become, or only almost.

  Those times when something has been effected. Taught always by the trying crying tenterhooks of knowing nothing but something else. Hillside ported to memory, simple ducks in water, trees in an instant. Earth includes a gravity field fitted in time. Trees pronounce trees, a given. Restless articulation fills the eye in, just in time. Beyond time trees contest and expand, voice and veer. Darkness lugs sortilege green. Whosoever shall offer sacrifice to these images, shall receive the everlasting turning soil. Appeasement grows grand. Effortless as towering, the spirited trees root out. Dryads cool. Popular phrases fly. Sleep ventures past radical. Something voices something. This time in those times remains.

  Imagine some big clerical of some unex plained god head fiddle some mighty catch And in awe of that somewhat. Deities stand a vision of believable legs and friable purpose. Scan any trouble and fleet voice from specific clouds with ornery transparency springs towards opulence. Notable tree deploys to the middle of thinking of grass in a minute while sly bird of dawn voice pretends package of mystery. Deities argue with precise fruit, blossoming fields, even brown discouragement over years that never start. Agency only flies to particulars. Heroes have names and open questions but whirl as turbines in rare registers. Poems lack shades of even that but try bracing volcano while looking at the ceiling. The gods hate the feeling of somewhat.

  The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.

  Wind in blue saturate sky. Wild license clings to Heron a cross the sky, wings wide. Crow crowds with crow and purpose. Land and sky Tree trembles for ruly wind, exacting exalt. Buttress of beaver in intention. Solar flare and the powers, wise creatures, wield secrets so secret that they remain in plain sight.

  Dante himself, in dish of time, sprung loose from the inviolable. His transitive verbs and bold abeyance starting soothly midway. But anyway is all the way, all where once for all. So the ecclesiaste and inconclast, piece of exploded truck tire in the road. Fortunately Virgil being explicitly someone strategizes and light beam. The course freights ramification, tour de force. Abject raiment in the infernal chorus. The scold haptic sunlessness documents, secrets so secret. Neighbors and exemplars, documentary distress. Focus groups invent walls, narrow passages, exceeding trek. Common people notarized. Getting to the bottom. Of it.  Ecchymosis  is a dark purple spot, rendered as wound, sign of some. Dante bows to the master, forces of sunlight, and danger.