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Tennessee Valley : Hot Moon Night

so hot;
the wide full moon
brilliant milky blues
mist fog coming in moving in radiant blue against mountains; shadows alive, and rust: burnt brick
almond beiges aquas squares embers
across in the East Bay
the shadows alive, electric
the fog finally a very thick blanket of white,
milky the city: several gold spires, churches, towers rooftops
under them that
solid solitary single triangle of blue, floating
winding resolving the sky pink becoming blue or the other way around?
the napkin of white folded, spread over the Ocean
then at night coming back moon rising flat disc
pancake solid wide eye

then under me over/about me the mist floating in solid carousing past
over the moon fleeting glimpsing me,
the Eye as fleeing, fleeting as a headlight
but another eye looking peering down upon me
as bright as Ramses and flooding over it, continuously racing mist
thin, sheer clouds spackled,
brightly carousing across over that dark moon
that quantum eye that green and brilliant disk marvelling as it ran flooding me,
the night, pearlescent, as a stone a dark emblem trembling to the dark the quiet thunder racing

Fantasy / God

I wanted you You; always the other
steeped in tradition you eluded me.
Like the perfume that floats by here but
gone too fast--only a shimmer illusion delusion
mirage in a desert drown shortly
my plate empty
driven by thoughts of you
about me like a bug
flying ant
as in a bingo game always waiting
for the answers; I copped to nothing
the dream would always elude me, then,
I could search, screaming, because nothing echoed back.

But now I give in my listening ear and with a listening heart I love you
Jealousy will never be in this love and time comes slowly and goes back out like the sea waiting
wishing washing languid
Cleansing but nourishing; scowling, creating life wherever it goes

Space and Not-Space

EMPTINESS & FULLNESS AT ONCE
When an object throws light on a wall, an object or silhouette subtracts light from the wall/space/surface, but also FILLS it (space).
Volume vs. darkness.
Replenishing and yet subtracting at once.
What doesn't do this?
And...a person? A volume? A dancer? The dance?
Sucking space, light, struck--

Like on a table or a wall.
Shadows; objects Light falling.

The underside/mirror reflection (subconscious)
up/down
in/out
light/dark
Underside/overside (Horizon)
sky/water

La lumiere en fuite Patches Suggestions Intimations

Matisse's "Porte-Fenetre a Collioure"

The door opens.
A black doorway
an opening
A block a blast of black
an opening

The black block is a black slab is an opening
sidewalk empty black space a panel black An opening
a mystery A solid thing Yet a thing not
swatches of brushes switches Currency
A black hole A whisk a tender blob a black hole wasted no - thing

Redemption

You have touched me

Redemption in your touch

you have moved me

beyond a swing on which I swung
on which I dangled