LIGHTSEY DARST
NO SHORTAGE OF SYMBOLS
Witness this ribcage, complicated in the extreme: here wind surrounds a
white pine
casket, white pain) the structure: stop: of a vessel (was in hiding / snow
down tracks
this room of a dream’s construction. The cost of grand burials grows
enormous, with
the death’s head upon them, within one month after our departure,
improved
into a “dull, lifeless blackness”. Only a few cents this reckless,
for you” no wrist
listens closer in flame in coma the primary no, avalanche it was all (says
the text) a mental
disease.” It parts, waters of the Red Sea close after, what after
there is none. empty. Curtains
end this fine chain of impressions your mind could indeed be represented
on paper or in
a nightclub fire. We dig old graves but even the best embalming only ends
in corpses.
Always / eternity, the infinite, immensity, of time, space, divinity &
tombs / Lawless, this
intertwining of superstructures / as evidence at a show trial, as a pattern
of stars,
latterly seen above—because a skeleton was thought necessary—all
this we built, because
it is necessary to sweep away the dust of previous palace—upon understanding
our
shoulder’s musculature | I still hold forth hope of a pure Palladian
window arriving in a dream