Lisa Lubasch


 

Ordering Things, 3

 

 

His voice occupies one place in the un-

differentiated field, a kind of zero

 

cries at night, as wind will†††††† †† disfigure

 

the overall

††††††††††† scheme.

 

 

**

 

Her eyes move,

††††††††††† their turning signals

 

†† a fracturing

 

All the time,††††††††††††††††† she was figuring out a system in another language

 

As the story judges her, ††††††††††††††††††††††† it takes on an illusory

††††††††††† quality

 

†† This is also a part of the fantasy, ††††††††††††††††††† it grows

 

It is like a spirit†††††††††††††††††††††††††

 

In this filtering of necessity ††††††††††††††††††† ††††through the story, we are all

††††††††††† the time moving †††††††††††††††††††††††

 

††††† At times, shadowing it.

 

 

**

 

These paths are regulative, as for instance,

††††††††††† the spheres

 

rendering us †††††††††††††††† ††††††††††† positionless

†††††††††††

soothed by the belief,

incendiary

 

Emptiness, of which we are also†††††††††††† a part.

 

 

**

 

Her gravity†††††† †††††††††† is part of the picture

 

††††††††††† which

informs her, ††††† as she loosens the frame

 

†† She thinks †††† ††††††it becomes part

††††††††††† of the account,

 

the other version.

 

 

**

 

What is mutable†††††††††††††††††††††† is

 

in the frame,††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† her thoughts are

sometimes merely echoesó

 

As through a screen (through which

††††††††††† her thinking may pass and then dissolve),

 

†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† things

††† are passing

from one state to another,

 

An ever-dissolving current

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† defines themó

 

 

**

 

Into what surrounds us

We go out with a belief

 

That we are separate from ††††††††††††††††††† the error, which outlasts us,

 

as we are inclining

††††††††††† toward it,

 

Fleeting words

††††††††††† one measure

 

keeping us intact

while also dividing us.

  

 


Ordering Things, 1

Ordering Things, 2
 



 

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