a geography of

by John Snyder

this

too white place . this space

tended . where, adrift

again, I want not

 

to be . to be

blind or

deaf . wanting

silence . then would I see &

hear ? then would my hand

move ? as my mind would

move then I would speak ?

 

as if

of things all of

the mind's idea .

things forerun by .

the mind.

the idea . the thing .

 

once

october's dew

jewelled harvested boughs of

cherry orchards

spread along foot-

hills goldening .

descant of

light . this

light . shadowless

within . every angle

seen . seeing . luminous

 

things . shadowless this

light . devouring . & words ,

unrememberable , spoken . too

shadowless . within light

this

light .

the mind

forerunning ; each thing

a symbol

of itself : an idea . between

 

my hand (homeopathic , branched

upon whiteness) &

my mind .

this field of voice ,

of witness . I drift again .

like treats

like ; without

chemical presence ; the photo metrics of

 

rubies , of

M44 , of mountain misery , of

each cell , balanced of im-

 

balanced ; an essence

of light of each thing :

diluted

within

the medium of water .

frequencies held .

a conduit . an idea .

the mind forerunning .

 

still this

roof-low flight

of

october's moon settling into .

this

sky lightening , dew enhancing

grains of rough-sawn cedar slatted fence .

the arrogant crow of the cock .

isolated . distant .

  a quart bottle of distilled

water suspended

directly before the telescope's eye-

piece focused & tracking

the arc of the star . the water holding the

star's essence .

 

& now

hands braced upon this

window-

sill I watch snow-

fall collect on brances on

fence-line post-tops on

the whiteness of itself---

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