(renga through doubled ytalk)
The Trip
we begin our journey full of burning eagles,
harvesting the sun, I heard
or rather eagles torching grass already dried, deformed
I heard someone say the sun, other laughed at moonlight
one might begin 'replete' thinking of mountains and these people
the shore receded from the shore, the shore overcame it
There were eagles and blackbirds. Someone saw a grey-brown fox.
like solid air. Oh the people leaned out and out of flat beds
that came for them. That always came for them. their hands
touched corpses in the hills.
howling in good grace. I said to my neighbor, The residue of
the world is the residue. She said, you can always shuttle nouns
Or similar, among Trees there might be eld of yore. In any case
snow flew the mountains, birds flew the snow, we trundled
Here comes the eagle, there goes the eagle,
now.
we begin our journey full of burning eagles,
harvesting the sun, I heard
absent in the ravished landscape of swollen pods
speaking of absence in the signs of absence harvested by sun
while others fought through desires. There were boats.
Only foxes lope, combining waves with solid heat
struggling nowhere any time in particular. Oh the people
shored themselves against the lurch, bark, aspen, rock, void
There were no bodies, here and there among them. There were
enemies and Satans. there were devils beneath the wheels
like that and arrive somewhere among equivalence you dare
not speak. I said the trees of the world are the Trees.
She told me I cheated, as if trees and Trees were same.
along by shoreline's searing heat, we trundled,
now.
http://www.asondheim.org/trip.mp4
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