Hallucinations at Dawn

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-A Fugue-

 

 

(Nakedly walk into the
          dive into the
                    be swept into the
                              sea into where
We go back.

A black fog seeps out of the carpet,
          the terminal crowd storms in.)

Friday night and the night finds me here, returned
          from the city’s edge, retreated
          from the conditions of wealth.
Nights and nights ago,
          in my life before the pact,
          I had visions at dawn,
          when in my room, devoted down
                    (A black fog seeps out of the carpet,
                    to the music at my hands,
                                       
the terminal crowd storms in.)
                                        the space filled, pulsed, quivered
                                                  with a hundred sudden guests.
O glorious exacerbations!—
          O glorious exacerbations!

Like a filament sucked from a breast,
          they dress themselves in nature.

(Nakedly walk into the
          dive into the
                    be swept into the
                              sea into where
We go back.

O glorious exacerbations!—
          O glorious exacerbations!)

Saturday night and I am at it again,
          imagining nothing.
Rather, believing everything before me,
          believing sights in my little room
                    filled with a hundred people,
          (Like a filament sucked from a breast,
                    they dress themselves in nature.)

          in the blood

A slant barreled pistol with but one shot
          sleeps on satin in a wooden box.
                    (A black fog seeps out of the carpet,
                    They are the powder and the target.
                              the terminal crowd storms in.)

Nakedly walk into the
          dive into the
                    be swept into the
                              sea into where
We go back.)

                              This piece is my side, my flank—
                                        my side, my flank
                                                  pierced.

                              (O glorious exacerbations!—
                                        O glorious exacerbations!)

Please the blood, perhaps by detour, but never nature,
          never nature, never coaxed sweat.
                    Like a filament sucked from a breast,
                              they dress themselves in nature.

          in the blood

                    ,         by detour, but never nature,
                    (Like a filament sucked from a breast,
          never nature, never coaxed sweat.

          in the blood

                                        they dress themselves in nature.)
          coax          sweat
          in the blood

The rain is general all over the lungs.
          Water, vague and unwanted, fogs the veins.

          Nakedly          walked
                              into the
                    dove
                                        into the
                              were swept
                                                            into the
                                                  sea
                                                                      into where
                                                  We
                              went
          back.
          A drowning mind
                    before the dawn.
          O glorious exacerbations!—
                    O Glorious exacerbations!

                    The gauge translates them:

                              “Do not put his body on the ice!”

Glorious exacerbations!—

                    O Glorious exacerbations!

A black fog
                              seeped
                                                  out of the carpet;
          the terminal crowd
                                                            stormed
                                                                                in.

Like a filament sucked from a breast,
          they
                    dressed
                                        themselves in nature,

Nakedly          walked
                    into the
          dove
                              into the
                    were swept
                                                  into the
                                        sea
                                                            into where
                                        We
                    went
back.                  ghosts of the blood—
          apart and together:
                    apart and together:
We go back—                           —ghosts of the blood—

          O                                        glorious
                    glorious                                           exacerbations
                              exacerbations!                O
                                                            [ghosts]
                                                  !
                                       

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