A lake banging against a cloudy sky, tearing
across undulations, laughter echoing; down that bank;
a spatter, rising prismatic and brightening, shining
against a white concrete curve,
struggling against, a decline in passive
time, an hour contracts and hangs, shimmering
and revolving but nothing is aware of it.
* * *
A spattering and quick - and briefly
dark against white concrete; “the real
is not impossible but is increasingly
artificial” and twisting through “vast powers of
repression” as the brightness is increasing;
its resistance unassailed, aspect of an hour
that is perfect for a radius of 500 sq metres.
* * *
500 sq metres hangs; exquisite,
revolving around itself, an hour’s reverberation.
Rippling of an, afternoon contracting inside
wetting, rising and brightening and
colliding and so shockwaves and
an hour contracts and nothing is aware:
revolving, shimmering with blackly invisible silence.
* * *
The “full body becomes truly naked”, a
day continuing for at least 10 miles,
those “vast powers” alongside a rising arc of
refraction: brightness curving, shocking,
white concrete. That “is, the absolute
decoding of flows,” with a rapid contraction
of the hour - but with no possible response.
* * *
Nothing is aware, a revolving of a bright
hour; “the folding and flattening operations,”
a contraction and a brightening prismatic arc,
brief and dark against a shining: hard curve
an absolute in its own scale. Small within
approximately 500 sq metres. The hour
of the afternoon rippling as it is hanging.
* * *
White concrete curving under a wet spatter,
in the midst of an hour contracting - “every
fantasy is a group fantasy” and a brightening
prismatic arc quickly becoming: dark,
within an afternoon suspended for the hour,
“depleted flux of a historic cosmos”, with
silence, with a very rapid darkening, revolving.
