KEVIN HOLDEN
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FROM ORION FLUX
harmony in ultraviolent radix the sun a black glass flame
green vegetal
cube grove
in riot iron core axe bold shot up fragrant faggot
quantum annealing like the reddened ore onyx chrysalis pulling I would go
anyway down the long road in which one cannot see the base green the
fist that cuts the
wound
an axe a life a love along
the annealed row in a Planck length tile tiny cigarette burning holes in skyspace the blurred field in this giant garden stony flower leaves blue traces
yellow bit and brim oxen of the sun a glint in mirror leaves a reflecting trove
axial
sundrift
red metal gun
curving back seabag
redgold
sandust curving thought bank embalmed with heap of corpses
dog water and god
singe through an ash tree stand alone in water
shimmerflow in
purple fractal uplifted stroke through clear
water
dung to
gold in water
seasun
green weed infolding groove
jade churning
in a sunbeam dark
oneway
and the other whirlpool
black
windhover
sheer
gold stuck dolphin
full moon tree orion
flux
in black
pull on cold pear
of
spinor drift in chiral twin darx sphinx
hinoki is dirt, smoke temple
wood and palace wood
sap pull
toward springtime lux
under heaping rows of corn you pull yourself unto black
sphere
this
crown of crows burning tree pitch cough
tar bodice rectum in roseate glyphs the dark weeds braid with your hair in blond matted locks in hornets
black wasps strung with
a pearly lyre the stone behind a silver grid in blue fire
orangehammers glowering
in the afterglow
sunsoldiers at the watertower across blue stripes all geometry flows into music
his music is
glass spore blue lichen clinging
octaeteris over Heliopolis onyx pyramid by the gold obelisk ovoid
glyph under moonbark
many
moons overlapping
in the black gel
crooked
stem stands
alone in slope and
river glen eight or
ten
feet long BIRCH an ivory
bull queen outlying toys a grove of young
were there in smoke wreath
haze falling into dogviolets that line the darkened wood and hill
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