Page 81 - Mistranslation Laboratory: An Unfolding

The peeling
into conversation
Peripheral ends make a form of transport it
all depends on
Synchronous organisation
they brush the dust from
face leg and neck, from eyes
forehead nose in order to
timetable all the important
things in this self sacrificing
search out of spaces so that
pipelines of everyones worst thing evaporate,
so that some dreams can be transported home, with their elephant eyes and injured toes
The length listens
as a nile, a fontanelle.
You see far inside the history of the problem, a
labyrinth of windows pouring the air for
robots to sing perfect enabling odes.
Ephemeral rememberances, water arias
somewhere the joints of spoken winds
roll into town
ear to ground
not sure why
but left with a saucer (not flying) if I shimmied
up to stand
would you fold
forward respectively
cos that is swimming
the joints of fingers
little tiny ravens
racing like hungry stallions, brilliant clawed and straight spined as the most
principled schoolteacher
her most compassionate rules
her reindeer antlers
the air, open and wild, as
we wander, cool but kind
to pull weeds as a listening device a detailed cup
a single event
a floral breakdown a
field, excavated rootthrown