Aught, no. 4 (2000)
Joel Chaceepistemology
merged
swell
'd with a
four hands
sub
merged three
sea
sag
speckle
'd tumbling four
hands feel it
three
net
feet in the
and pull
net sub
with a speckled
tumbling
sea
net
submerged three
feet in
the sea and
swelled
with a speckled
tumbling
four
hands feel it
tug and
pull
stephen but
odd how on
canvasses the arrows piercing his flesh have come
from all angles and
directions
even
ing
even
for those
not much filled with love and courage zing-rays
of jaundiced light but
all the same from the same source just
pass on
through flatten
spread poor adherences
of molecules just
molecules
after all beat to thinnest air
then stretched out
across
unsoundable
maws from toed edges membranes
out
toward shores so distant not
even
stephens
even
tides
have ever spent themselves upon
some people have to see a face in it
some people
always want to find a face in it
above a mountain called Two-Top in Pennsylvania
gray sun-spokes striating
the high inverted triangle of November raincloud
some people have to see a face in it
some people
always want to find a face in it
on an Illinois lake great as an ocean
half the flaming ball sitting way out
liquid rippled fire spreading close as blood
some people have to see a face in it
some people
always want to find a face in it
both sides of Highway 40 in Arizona
trailers and concrete squares
land as flat-dead
as if a spackler horizons wide had scraped all along
that whole stretch and the voice of legion had said
THIS IS WHERE YOU'LL LIVE
jesus
christ
nobody tries to find a face
in that
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