Nowherewhon
God knows depictions can still move on
like translucence, snow echoes
where
ice carves a face, no
hones a point of difference
Ice
is Lake
Lake is Ice
still: our surfaces will reverse (no-
where) weighted to a mark; an end, a beginning, and so on….
Decomposition
Sperm
whales (littered : leaden : fallowed)
they lie low, sunk in soiled black
buried
beneath a roll-call of bird's-
eye shrill…of offbeat wash,
visceral
this
new year moon spills the foreground back,
to where twelve beached: blow-holes, black holes: muffled in-formations.
(Karekare: January 1, 2004)
From
Zion Hill
It's
deceptive, the way wavelets highlight this coastline
to say: this sea of black concretion and never endings
will
always criss-cross at the Manukau Bar.
To Onehunga, through the Heads, a container ship slides past
remember,
here our words ride-
on surfaces; wavering lines which traverse the Tasman.
Encompassed
Prima
facie: I am a part of all that I have met
and apart from everything else
a headiness
of blinks
blood rituals, and self-inflicted fact
(a back-
drop:
to where solipsists once shaped mission statements
to where adventurers sailed, and oceans mixed
buoyant
receptors)
yes, sensory
as Ulysses'
machinations
(pulling
this and being pulled)
between the person and magnetic north
insisting
for instance:
opposites will cause movement,
and time? well that's the time that movement takes
before
the magnetic needle details,
visitations; cardinal points, which finger circumstance.