An unfolding bird from
curling forces flittering
interplay infinity,
straining against
enfolding, struggling and
soaring amidst.
Brindle greyhound
explicating full stretch,
speed, a part of the air
sucked, inside, streak
stretched through
seconds, an
epoch, through
green blades,
squirrel particles,
traffic waves,
vegetal growth
through decades.
Squirrel reflecting
darting across brainfold,
brightfold, dimfold
vague, image upon image.
Bipedal moving
smearing too
through seconds,
the epoch, through
green blades,
traffic waves,
a different trajectory,
out of an other trail
implicated infinite
complex folding
opening from known
and unknown; an
implicit near-infinite
complexity,
cultural dragging
in-forming muscle
movement, ex-
pressing specific
negotiations,
actualisations.
A head is there,
Palaeolithic,
expressive, worlding,
always opening but
tied in,
down, crippled
and knotted. A body
captured, folds of
matter and memory,
bright images accrued
for a master of surplus;
social ovens glowing
through chords
entwined and binding.
Fed for work
producing a store,
breathing with shining
green air, silver sky,
caught, in a field;
lungs aching;
hands and arms
registering a rapid
sweep through mild
resistance.
Tendrils of
luminescent joy
unfolding
with a soft
diffusion of
wheaten grass
scent particles
alive, lusting
and hands
swapping
goods directly;
an image of
running across a
distant line.
Rent is due, a
summer scenting,
morning dirt;
fire lighting.
Rent rises
through strata,
inscribing in
backflesh
insisting power,
carrying between huts,
with cars and
buses along
Wandsworth Road
past a chicken shop, a
station, scored into the
flesh of a
disintegrating
body, a disparate
urban morning,
alongside a muddy
flow through inter
sections, early
sunlight, a scent of
blood and dirt and
smoke.
Rent: always
due for 10,000
years, every
thing shifting
around it,
a million flows,
a million rivers of
carbon monoxide,
maintaining a general
inability to just
stretch, to unfold
beyond basic
configurations;
pools forming,
lakes, seas,
oceans congealing,
an embarrassment of
capture. They’re rubbing
grainy dirt
absently
between fingers
and birdsong
is regardless.
Dirt is escaping
them, like chilling,
singing light.
Plate glass
unfolding with wood,
bricks and
adjacent apparent
emptiness,
dozens of shoes,
boots unfolding,
stacked behind,
explicating as
there is passing,
bearing down;
Keys Cut;
blank sky
breaking open,
a squinting past
piles of boots;
lit by shining
through motes;
standing
with crops,
sky weighing
back of the eyes,
itching bone marrow,
pine needles
sent through veins;
vague associations
with a wyrded wall,
invisible, untouchable,
knotting in
breaking
a vital circuit,
intersectons,
blocking light
through a
claiming of,
capturing of
time.
In a life They capture
They capture
produce, symbols,
They capture
dreams They capture
aesthetic perception,
shape it; deny it - They
knot minds, Man
places polished
glass between
fingertips and
ears of wheat
They’re proscribing certain
names and prescribing
others and Man is
making judgements
- We police the models -
They insist on dead weight &
Man is making
full use of it
pressing down
hard and pressing
insistently;
pressing down,
turning through a
violent smear of
primary colours
We press
press down
press out
violently eradicating
gestural nuance, any
leading edge of
grinning clarity;
trudging
along grass path,
shuffling
along mud track half-packed,
moving with a gait of aggressive refusal
along interlocked concrete slabs
and in and
out of varieties of
traffic, living &
not living &
there is some
escaping
entwining with a
blood supply of capture;
the mild air
shakes with desire,
the sound of traffic and
aircraft relaxes,
this person needs a
drink
but a moment of quiet
sovereignty is, also,
Their moment
captured and
transformed,
clamping the
base of a
skull and
pinning a life to a
stiffening ocean
rolling and unrolling,
judged according
to Man.
Along with Wandsworth Road,
reaping toxins, reveries colonised,
Palaeolithic conditions echoing
imperceptible unrecognisable,
changed utterly & echoing,
each step explicit, implicit.
Domed huts, all
wood, straw and bones:
one
is
a
store.
A city of a few dozen,
a vertical stream
of blue authority
flowing up out
of a centring function;
they bring in wheat
to feed the builders.
Light laying across brown
hairs from a strong, dirty arm.
An unfolding of light, of
sight, of a gently floating insect,
rapidly implicating and
explicating one another with
unresting quietening.
Early light calling them to work,
laying, gently, across their work,
unfolding their work within the moments
(of low surrender) inside soft pale gold
to be captured and kept in the store:
always already captured before cutting;
their muscles and a pounding heart
captured & caged & wealth
extracted by The Infinite Eye; The
Mighty Fist and Foot; The Chief on
High - painting his mighty shadow along
the Wandsorth Road - They; He; the chief,
he’s an old bastard but still he comes down,
a kenotic invasion, infecting their assumptions,
capturing desires, colonising dreams, them and
they watch themselves, their own cop and priest
in an always captured field, on the pavement
outside the chicken shop inside the traffic
waves, unfolding through sunlight, the popping
joy of living, into this energy; into a cage.
They’re flickering, living crystals,
manifold across a life’s surface a
surface of a moment a surface
of a century and an eon, a cloud
and a scent of wet dog, a feeling of
a reality of constraint, streak of
light down a morning wall,
glimmer in a sky, a video game,
a smell of fried chicken,
a drifting of thought and a
clear, hard and sure idea lost,
unfolding, folding, unfolding
entangled and infected by power
folding
unfolding
folding
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