"in the morning there is meaning in the evening there is feeling"
Asleep with her head in her arms a small room without corners. It's to
make sure things don't get confused. She wakes every morning happy, come
noon she feels lesser and by night fall One arm is different, length,
Who is it that has us formulate the questions presupposing an answer
somewhere to be found? The sphinx who riddles thought or the polluter
who holds up the mirror to everyone's nudity, searching for scars,
breaks on the skin, slight reddening from rubbing?
opponents of ocular evidence believe in the soul or bethink before
in the morning there is meaning
in a dusty antique shop there are piles
They disappeared her
Some restaurants may not be entered
Inside not even empty, he thought, not even existing to be empty, why
didn't I see this before, he thought, some restaurants may not be
entered, some have been built to pass but never enter, he thought,
that's how some things are
what does it mean to be breath-less? to re-member?
Some words may not be entered, imply innocence until closely examined,
apply innocence gently--did she or didn't she have breath when
breathless? and was she attached or detached when remembered?
First there was meaning, a chaos or meaning, and then feeling a chaos of
feeling and then neither meaning nor feeling could be differentiated.
He asked her what she meant, but she said she was feeling too much, too
many feelings to know what she was meaning.
flight of steps or doves
his crotch remembers hers
he calls her fish because by looking at her and feeling her you can tell
where she came from and where she is going; this clarity of her nature
is most frightening
he calls her and she answers
he calls she picks up
to come must be regarded as an explanation
the flight of steps flies from her like doves she can be gigantic, born
before gods and gossips, where truth learned to be withheld, held
within, shrunken head, more valued than illusion, more veined
they disappeared her but I remember her breathless
cognition is not knowing about things
In the morning she decides to give her bottle away, the act of passing
through one stage and seeing what she was before and saying I no longer
look the same, feel the same, want the same
awakening to say, I no longer need the same things
the illusion is less valuable
she drinks from a bottle and wears diapers. Men no longer want to enter
but fly from her or revere her, pass around her watery door
she woke out of her dream where one night a man she met briefly was
touching her inside and the next night she was pregnant
one wakes up with meaning, sleeps on feeling, wakes with many meanings,
sleeps on feathers, doves as stairs fly from under her arches as she
climbs, feels their petals on her soles, doesn't understand, can't stand
on them, then falls against meaning. feeling. meaning
We really ought to free
ourselves from the misleading influence of words.