there.

rewriting landscape.

 

Arpine Konyalian Grenier

Inasmuch as butterflies are culprit

 

off shore on either side the Atlantic loosened memory
leaned against permanence and bellows instead
voiced over last night’s cut above the shiver of language
the punctuated commit to harvest memory
around the mettle as object/subject
to build up an exhale below its stain and say nothing
salivating to prolong the sweetness
blood restores

blood restores then we suffer
what’s your field we’re Americans
outside of what you hear from the heart’s ear
under the rule of law trading belongs to
the smaller fraction of seconds bleeds
because system rules content
more so when we wear it
and the trauma of wearing erases tradition
policy determines faith
determines policy we run with
between head and flower
the main

here’s to love elicits moon
moth atlas moth postman butterfly
back and forth chrysalis until done for
among dried up causes each on top the other
neck boundary dust pilfered from the hour
it is easier not to watch Abraham with Son
I am crosses a rational response
by those who want nothing but to see
ceasing the trajectory and resting by
a mirror filled with gaze
exhausted by the fill
as possibility

undo to connect without filling the void
secondary to uncoiling what may have been
consign the divine to the measure of heal
lines become corner and alter the pull
who reveals self is not the god of you
I am ashamed and I am duped
I make noise irrelevant to him
outside of underlines and incidents
between being and charity the will
to power up in smoke
an oblation displaced

why does your nightmare seek my dream?
we hide behind dissent not to disturb the dying
washed off commas and quotation marks
the dizzying hinges shaping what behooves need
be that for hate or fame or love or source
be at my side utterance and read
left left for right paper and sudden
the night your inner door of blunders
reproach me for youth for sound
miles away amoral and light

boredom breathes and borrows from light
none can bare across and shambles
heavier by day and safer by night
feel around the fringes we call life
all that color design for three only days
remembering the pieces of self trivia
the legal wall covered with flowers
aiming at an impossibility of mourning
the other smooth as in passage
to be consumed at a later silence
consequence a doorstep away
resting the tongue at a page
all the verbs in the sky
the preoccupation

 

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