Psychically speaking,
anything can be used
to convert
the sleep of desire
to the sleep of choice
and back
then shuffle
so what you disguise in love
with you is what you see
you get you see.
Convolvulus
graphs it, or something close,
in wire mesh, and brambles too,
their raw lines
snagged on
plot and overgrowth
equally everywhere.
To wake up
sharpened, like Smithson was,
to a fine sense of rust
as a fundamental
property of steel sets
up language
as mode distressing mode.
Then the back comes off
pastoral: big valves
turn out to be the tanks
and silos
dominating real lives,
coding generations.
Coda
It’s like this:
out on wheatlands wide stage
in the shade
of a corrugated
cylinder
Florizel is praising
Perdita
who’s matching invoices,
earpiece in
for market news, weather.
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