Three Tens

FIRST TEN

					One

Out of what is before
a spot on the linen fabric.
Pregnant.
Urging all others
away.

					Two

As if and as if.
What stands in blank spaces.
Not what is praised here.
An old man
drunk with forgiveness
and not what is praised here.

					Three

King or not king. To watch
her child
as she bites forgotten flesh.
	Under a false hood
fabulous poisons
prepared from the stone.

					Four

The formulae discovered.
These King what come
thereafter.

					Five

Red but it does not matter.
Tearing apart the body of the lion.
The lion is larger than the whole forest altogether.
To whom this devastation.
To whom this signaling
of vibrant pain.

					Six

Sweet-heart of everything
that looks to him. A liar.
The brother of thieves. Catching
his long sweet hair
in the teeth of the Kingdom.

					Seven

“Fuck me”
but she is not smiling.

					Eight

A thief. He
hugs the lamplight. Blind
to all else besides.

					Nine

Denim? The dung not washed out. Struck by moonlight.

					Ten

Multifarious hair
on the large stone.

SECOND TEN

					One

Dust to dust. A mound
shining bright particles. First
thought of the particles not
the spaces between.

					Two

King so-and-so rules absolutely.
His bearded body.
His thundering drums.

					Three

As absolute blindness.
Furious sibyls toss granite
rings from their eyes.

					Four

The box in which
the wrong stone is put
upon it corrections.
Each correction
stands for another.
Every other
conceals the stone.

					Five

She said knives
gauging out tar
from the hill which delivers
whomever his death.

					Six

The heart replaces the King.
When all
fall in this
golden object
resplending.

					Seven

What you love
matters. The green girl luring
the blue boy back
to the stone.

					Eight

Counted and counted.
Recounted.
Counted and counted.
Discounted.
The numbers warped once.
The dislocations establish the stations.
The stations dislocate the stone.

					Nine

Sweet water.
It is a personal
matter. Her motherly
hands
of cold water move
down my spine.

					Ten

Stand here.
Open it
and stand here.

THIRD TEN

(Occult Lines)

					One

			Once white

it no longer matters  what
the wise men believe.

					Two

A cold bat flies through brain chambers.

					Three

					Four

					Five

					Six

				Hot air 

as it thunders now. As
it establishes
violent proportions.
As it gathers in a wide open field
multitudinous factors and accomplishes One.

					Seven

Soft cures occur.
The mechanisms have not yet
enraptured the real gods.
Have not accomplished their poisons.
In habits of consciousness that pour forth like doves
in the casual morning of bells rung to call her.

					Eight

					Nine	

I evince you.
I snake you.
					I
control spires.

					Ten

His memory thickens.
His shadows
waken.

Memory’s red city
is a prop.

Though you are rich and old.

Though you keep excellent white dogs.

You are also
of the memory.

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