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Three men
in a tree
hacking and sawing
 a headline from the
 Record:
GAS SUITS FULL OF HOLES
      three men
      blue shirts
      and levi's jeans
hacking and sawing:
shearsmen of sorts
and
       the sky
  what is it?
        iris of god....
asleep
on the rim
we are as dante was:
little apes of our own purgation
 messengers
 of that hue
that is blind
with memory
At the sky's blue rim
     the sleepers
     falling
       quotes
       and
       text
   indices
   and rumor
the money
the money....
  (three men
   in a tree...)
        the women entering
        the auditorium
  (ten o clock
 AM
       and no one is paying me
       to write down these
       banns)
 in the "I"      the day
 and its ideas
the concept
of the apple
red
and of a
gloss
of air
    white pulp shining
        s
           a
              w
         toothed
          at the bitten
rim
   the houses on each side
       foaming and aching
       like the banks of a river
students
flowing
into tiled green halls
     photons on the light-
     stream
        fish
         in the tiber
musing
at the air
and their conditioning
     professori
     confessori
     whispering, lecturing
       "the noble senator
       incatartus"
"the timely arrival of aeneas and his men..."
     three men in a tree
     hacking
     and sawing
       their shadows
       annointing
       the ground
       with thorns
("pull down thy vanity
Paquin pull down")
    the sons of god falling into the daughters of  men
    the sun-beings held
    in the being of the ground
      the gold and the
      silver
      and the veins
      of these metals
Three men in a tree
laughing
and cloying
     neighbors
    burning ribs
    neighbors
    arguing
      the tides of light
      that have formed us
    the movement in the head forces...
     & solipsist's
     dreaming
     that their dreaming
     is not their dream
   complaciencies
   of argument
       egalitarian
       regimemes
   sorrow I am
   sorrow
                   sorrow I am dead
     a brokenness
      against the gleams
          the sky
          &its; green
a nuance
of
what it was
         the tiny sighs
         of the ego in the blood
    inside the ideas
    that have turned against
     ideas
                                the anti-human quality that has
negated
            qualities
       "embedded
       in noise and embedded
       in nuance"
                    a positive  ism
                    that accentuates the positive ism
  blue sky
  dependent on
  the dark
  above
      and the
      reflected
       light
showering up
to the sun
2
A can
of tuna
in olive oil
carrots
granola
bagel
raisenets
a page
of Luke
Carr street
liquified
in the february sun
2/29/2000
at the bottom
of the millenium:
"the doppelganger
--the anti-man"
tuning the
instruments
to a shadow
of fame
perpetual
renunciate
dividing
the word
with "an endless capacity
to counterfeit and dissemble,
to make something look like
what
it is not"
I remembering the stories that remain:
goethe
surprising
goethe at his desk
my face in the mirror
when there was no mirror...
***
Sunlight. crisp.
35 degrees
the noumena
of the heart:
these cloved
magnolias
the quiddity
of our griefs
in which the soul  admits itself