Reaching
the Star's Sadness Fade
[says Heraclitus]
is a heap of
sweepings, piled up at random."
How weave? How
we've
written it over
The story written over against it,
Overwritten as well, melancholia
The electric went out. How angles weave
That open-necked shirt becomes you so.
So you become a live-wire as when you can
Move off the frozen mourning. Weave angles how. The
Smelt are running silvery sleek tonight.
How weave? How we've
gotten here
Zigzags, a lapse, align. We await there
An enactment of tight-fit statutes.
Roll the way, the brief play of affects all across
The room and this flick of
How straight weaves hew the line against it.
Feelings loosed in the company of those
Whose sorrows weave straits how?
How weave rags? How we've
been woven -
Weave the pieces back to gather, to exploit, or to grieve.
Rags weave how? In the midst of life
Sorrow, in the midst of sorrow, life. Write over
Overwritten melancholia
Write out, flow, loosen stricture
And moves out beyond language becoming
Into its own as? This is How rags weave.