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either an ode or else an iteration,
stop me, listen to me, or stop: position
then determines which of us two will divvy
out the appearance,
sequentially abstracted. how much clearer
is the eye that you focus on me with, then,
than your terms that limpidly speak, deciding:
send us this image
straight to the eyes! who's tracked by what goes on here
in the lee of this forehead, right? the thought will
explicate us, they will occur for sure, what
words do when any
gesture suffices. o caress my side in
lieu of following useless flights of mind at
tentively, what whets our arousal makes us
wait for the pauses
o and the beauty of the shapes will lift us
up, i guess, and we'll settle on the portions
to determine which takes on what assignment,
rolling and playing
serious. crazy lying quilts will tell us
rules will follow beheaded thoughts and thickly
calming difficulties in thinking, vaguely
senses us falling
short of objection. sentences that question
unconditionally, as time goes by, us
waking with the dead, and the stance is, we will
take it from here, dude.
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do you want to catch on really? give me a theme!
mathematic'ly drawn, proport'nally construed
words break e'en in my hands,
values sound like we're sinking fast.
am i 'magining this? follow the scheme, my dear!
what flows into the lines must through the cracks escape
distance breaks any dam and
looks uncertainly for a fix.
children's laughter, it sets words like a pebble, like
someone's stick figures. oh heck, what a donkey i
am out looking for places
where in silence the thistles bloom.
am i reckoning that what shoots ahead in spring
now lies buried in roots? what? does it multiply
by itself? why such bullshit
only happens when sparrows think.
under the difference, everyone's telling me,
lies in hiding the same thing that comprises them,
sums ring true just so long as
no one counts them together. thus
they're symbolic'ly joined. metamorphosis-like
sentence, axiom change into extremely odd
conversations: set forth then
from the very first principles,
exposition, they chirp, theme and development,
enigmatic, hermetic, but don't overstep
lines! the denominator
tallies scores for the numerate.
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then nothing more will test, have we gone to far
into the woods, midway, and will concentrate
the trespasses that touched it and will
clear up the breaks in the bark at last
the lists of names, numeric relationships
that finite fractions rat'nally generate
to fill what has been missing from the
sheen of the whole, and is festering
in circles as if wittingly they would form
something like blinds. no longer can it be found
out there – whom had it been expecting? -
others, continue to share in me
the hope that something will correspond to how
they move in numbers freely, and leave behind
the rules of who should switch with whom, for
heaven and hell are a children's game.
translated from German by Ann Cotten
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