ni`ev|u and *asija – a ymess story
für familien
ni`ev|u and *asija meet at the corner of
concept and rial in a lethargy of ocean sweat by smile miles under a gibbous
moon
the world it was new once says
*asija
is that a question says ni`ev|u
i have been unable to be myself in the world says *asija. i have been
unable to enact my body
it takes so long to fall into one’s self
lifetimes
eliminating world to include world, eliminating i to include i,
eliminating ratio to include ratio
who said that other
than you
hairy clitoris
to delight in mud
to delight in catherine wheels
wheels of mind breaking bones of thought
we are distant figures in a misplaced bruegel
pigments of suffering
who would choose to join this picture but the oblivious?
and who would pin a badge to its breast saying i am human?
i have only seen spirit as a fata morgana
as palimpsest
yet spirit is our yearning
we are souls given bodies to see that we cannot see our souls
we are not distinct. we are not discrete. we are not individual
characters in a cast in a play
yet we play this play that plays at playing that we are
this playing at what is not becomes what is
and is the new that feels old
world that is not world, i that is not i,
dear things
to which we cannot pray
dear visions
that we wait to reappear
we hide in
spaces where there is no place to hide
in snow
shapes of angels full of patience
*asija and ni`ev|u meet in twilights of a
language lost by lights strung on a broken pain of knowledge to speak of
unspoken things in ways we’ve less forgotten than never learned at a corner of
ime and nein with empty eyes, under a gibbous moon
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| feastday for fishes and humans and the many hungry things |
