more by

more Cumm

ings

by Roberto Lavidez

all by all

and deep

by deep

and more

by more

they dream

their sleep

no one and

anyone

earth by

april

wish by

spirit and

if by yes

what beneath

breathing

selves

transported

are into how

suddenly

so huge

a home

(only more

than

immeasurable

dreams

wherelessly

spiraling)

beyond

time’s sky

into a truly

curving form

enters

my soul

feels all

small facts

dissolved

by the

lewd guess

of fabulous

immensity

the sky

screamed

the sun died

meantime

in dreams

let us

investigate

thoroughly

each one

his optima

rerum

first

having taken

care to lie

upon our

abdomens

for greater

privacy

and lest

punished

bottoms

interrupt

philosophy

dark on us all;

stories told

returned

gather the

again: who

danc  ing

goes utter  ly

churning

witty

shouting

to see

what

no  mind

knows a

mindless

he begins

to guess

what if a

much of

a which

of a wind

gives

the truth

to summer’s

lie;

bloodies

with dizzying

leaves

the sun

and yanks

immortal

stars awry?

all history

oped her

teeming womb

said demon for

to doom

yea (fresh

complexions

being oke

with him)

one William

Shakespeare

broke the

silence

of the

tomb

love was

and shall be

this only

truth

(a dream

of a deed

born not

to die)

but worlds

are made

of hells

and goodbye:

glad sorry

or both

(big

little

and all)

love is

more

thicker

than forget

more

thinner

than recall

more seldom

than a wave

is wet

more frequent

than to fail

the whole

truth

not hid

by matter;

not by

mind

revealed

(more than

all dying life,

all living

death)

and never

which

has been

or will

be told

sings only –

and all

lovers are

the song

you shall

smile

my smile

love

my eyes;

my eyes

have stroked

the bird of

your soul

the bird

my poems

concentric

aritmetics of

transparency

slightly

joggled sink

through

algebras

of proud

inwardlyness

to collide

spirally

with iron

geometries

i do

excuse me

love

to death

and time

storms and

rough cold

wind’s

menace

and leaf’s

grieving:

from the

impressed

fingers of

sublime

memory

of that

loveliness

receiving

deeds

cannot

dream

what dreams

can do

time is a tree

(this life

one leaf)

but love is

the sky and

i am

for you

just so long

and long

enough

wherelings

whenlings

(out of dark

the earth)

a procession

of wonders

huger than

prove out

fears

were hopes:

the moon

open

for you

and close

will shy

wings

of because;

suppose

life is an

old man

carrying

flowers on

his head

young death

sits in

a café

smiling

a piece

of money

held

between

his thumb

and first

finger

and

something

thought

or done

or wished

without

a little

innocence

although

it were

as red

as terror

and a green

as fate

greyly

shall fail

and dully

disappear -

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