[Unfinished]

How do you fold the pages of this day into the volume of tomorrow’s night?

The book of opposites

opposes no one man

speaks no one woman

hears no one child

wears not one skin

but stretches them all

seekers and the string of [sought] revelations

have a fastening hook and the bodice of [body]

annihilations sentinels silences

where it’s cut off

while a flower

draws color: oceanic parasol

what is covered

unfolds inside

unwinds and

unstable seems

the string of sought revelations

a fastening and the body

assimilated intractable

Of Reistance

Tender dream Night’s pillow Borrow a leg Of meaning From the arm Of resistance

Resistance Arms Meaning Borrows feet At night To dream

A leg up Meaning Resistance Is arming The dream tonight

Tender night Borrowed pillows Leggy Meaning Arms irresistible

Hayward fault methinks...

From Panopticon

The sense \’sen(t)s\ of being – alive a captive – as one dares enter into emotional contracts beleaguered of a future return except the trauma of a sensational harvest. To what end is a stone field plowed? Purloined fruit, the strangest boughs twisting through the cell’s quadrangular similarity while light draws shadows on the eyes of those to be seen. The collective’s separate fantasies dream of curtains to separate them from their presence.

the senses – as an open grave of lillies

From Panopticon

The wholeness \’hōl‘nes\ of the still. Stone and stone locked in stone. The stones lock themselves. The stones lock themselves. This too is kept in stone, written in stone. Stone to stone. He felt the stones had a place for him. Every stone unturned is made of wall. Where the stones have names. Perhaps his name was stone. Seen through like so many he was dim as stone. As a stone falls in water keeping dry its secret. What splits the stone but doors. Standing in the stone cell. Sleeping on the stone. Walking on stone. Stone to stone. He’s made of something more than stones. Seen through. What might look like stone to you. Polyhedron passage lined with stone. Stone dreams sand. Here’s the perfect stone to skip. Bouncing off the stones his light. Shadowy stones. Lighted like a standing stone. His light shadow stone. He was stoned. Against the stone or thrown from or onto stones. Ancient stones to stones to stones to new ones as old as old stones. Here’s a stone. His is.

Stones. Papers. Scissors.