ni`ev|u and *asija

ni`ev|u and *asija – a ymess story

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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

feastday for fishes and humans and the many hungry things