A History of Epic

Nothing rests where
representation no longer
implicated in Art

speaks always, now
whatever I am, crafty yet
so maladroit, check

waiting on key lost
that opens interior,
will correct through

catharsis Renaissance
monies accepted
upward as sexual

excitement, as rejected
downward gift of
excrement, body knowing

always that it wants
but what that is
comportment toward

availability to which
must go wayward from
'self' accepting presence

of absence by footprints
in sand, mind from
scavenged signals stored

in transmission to stub
of pencil that marks
lightning atmosphere

to another each way
already there, for
'otherness' moved innate

but to inborn question
of degree, and space
made for what will

never be accepted
in way that it is always
awkwardness that

must design itself
to pregnancy each time
no longer betrayed

but commanded in
that so summoned
received, being anything

backwards, formed of
letters of a language
that must resort to murder.



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