18) Seasonal Definitely Still

I replied to that dulcet
clutter: number. it was
a sweat of light just to stop
on this day. holiness? a rich
effort in glum standing. yet
offset in the squeeze thru
sunlight, maybe direction lives.
settled in an emptying, losing
nothing by being still, and
bandages are worn as
numerous interest. we could
all remain in this statue, settling
and nervous, placing a sound
wave over the wording. each word,
then, commits a night lightened by
moon. moon gambles overt
solution. solution nestles in
stuck detail. detail is where we
live daily. daily means a ride
over closing hills. hills are strict.
strict is defined in a book. book
does no damage. damage doesn't
fire. fire wasn't always safe?
safe wears a thin mask. mask means
umpteenth. umpteenth qualifies
switching. switching concerns
sentences in fine form. form resists
definition. definiton begins again. and
after all this guff, you imagine that
the range could complete a
circuit of styled nuance, words across
the map. sure, the map exists in
obstacles, crushing heights and
stern depth charged to
our burden. can we love
over and under it all,
then? gesture the holiday.

17) Standard Reply in Deference to

until we meet
in the Mt. Everest
cover story
the draining time
clocked in reserve
such as saying
Merry Christmas
with pouring motion
feeling strict as the
last laughing
in the dark crevasses
cols and cyms
freezing my ass off
says some pioneer
in strict emotion
strict headline
strict comportment
while serving death
but more likely
the snow will
mimic breath
installing some
measure and
reversing sad trends
just breathe just
breathe and
forget about
the days long for
longer dashes into
quiet reflections
of moon against
the freezing sky
and pictures of
sorrow made better
with cinematic virtue
all over the sighing
place of remembrance
all of which
branches to nothing
and we pour
another coffee having
survived another night

16) training along

continual straightening the drifts our of passage, we ride somthing closer. weary thru the night, cool plane landing, a freshet of just a little moonlight. baroque in the excuse of tidings, too much season for one moment, and off we go again. to think of light as littler: so much for examples. when tired like these cards of explaining, driving the snowbound trees to the instant of distraction, we churn over the rewarded document. someone else dies on this night. this morning prepares another day. we've set beams to intention, striven to the waft of love, and meted out stakes of debate. known portions of the ever more look clearing, with moody dullness in the open field. come into this magnetic constant and settle the enquiry now. later will be too soon.

14) Basic Find

that season, in a touch of snow on intimate morning or left at that. that singular sopping by the ice dictation, looser and romanza, a terror of just leaving behind. not just the simplicity of dying out, crossing off, slip on ice, but effort of only last language left. each animal in the age becomes another spoiling bending limping off. draping happenstance sticks to the implication of ice. a tool losing ground, a spacious part of stepping aside, and years are given back to years.

15) Boisterous in Instantly

a staunch republic existed, just to see us thru. thru out the wet of cold, the cold of dark, the dark of fear or finding, we peddled like simple monstrances. there are no simple monstrances, yet on we went. we hit the skids, said lengthy goodbyes, settled softness for the sound of snow. did this vanquish the guardians, let out the toll of word? who can see such answers, on the planet of plain and simple. no book was writen, let alone read, but that turrets are obstructed and raided to fall down. falling doesn't hurt but half imagined gestures seem to try. we almost fall and that relates our work to other places with particular years and a bond that doesn't actually die too far. express love, then, in all that work. a year can pass, slaking like a dream. this effort becomes a fund for choosing, like we can name the next immensity in time for the place of poem.