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18. How Beautiful the Swift Is Flying, How Ugly When Still & Dead

Here is where we are all right
in unbroken being, yes, constant improvisation
always swimming into this world; slavery?
yes – but I cannot say, maybe we hide
the blame, the bodies, our bodies then
the wonder of it all in summer sparkles
& we are stripped of circumstances and weeds
we shall be rejoicing & thrive – thrust
to accept the delicious ecosystems of each other

of a sudden sooty, then within reverie
a question: Richard & Rita, Gilda, Glenn
Adrian & Stella – half-derelict all yet immortal
trapped that is in suffering & incompleteness
no help; congeries of shingle infest the shrine
just a Kentish artefact, briefly roseate
nothing whole; futile to improvise calm this dawn
La Vedette Atomique, my friend within the ale-house
out here the apocalypse is breaking into vapour now

17. How Comes It Then

Out of need maybe in lack
of adequacy but no sudden entry
don’t we always just accept then
these circumstances for full slavery?

Each time, each time I tell you
we accept the natural right of rulers
we thrust ourselves into darkness
a world of no colour or light

As the sun sparkles we must
build up into some true many
rejoicing in diversity & need to
help eachother live into this light

And darkness – any intensity of purpose
purely against what the few lay claim to
that world of random murder, constant hate
in which we feed upon the bodies of the weak

The predators take off & thrive
on the tolls we pay for air & earth
these circumstances not of our own choosing but
each day of acceptance shall be our blame

OK, then, summer, & it’s delicious
but waiting on the beach for due attention
won’t get us anywhere – get a pen, all
the unbroken instruments of this world to write

Don’t care if it’s too personal, don’t
care if just impersonal, least said
but be the best & most perfected
open to all our pleasing games

Swimming, like that good god¹, with-
in the world with which world we are all in
-volved, supported say by all its gaiety & mess
no fuss, no, but being here one evening

You can go on, to flourish
in this deep summer where the warmth
tends this world now – not distant
& not sad:
but here

Where the earth is filled with slaves, yes
& despots’ weeds crunch out the ecosystems
abased & prostrate, no, needn’t be
stripped to our rich bodies we shall live here
                                               to swim
                                               in summer light
                                               & hide in
                                               its darkness too

1 you remember? – the unknown one?

14. To Dig out Those Ditches, Then, at Least to Start

Good food does require some care
obedience then to natural process – let
the little ones grow we say, nourished
w/ syrupy pleasure

Sarah will live out of time – only
sad prejudices gendered the Ancient Ones
whatever we mean is irrelevant now
t/ how things are

Yes, the children frolic in the Victoria Gardens
giggling excesses through the shrubbery – look!
vast energies are channelled through them
no need to prune

We shall make cakes, we shall make ropes of
thorns & withies for those high worth individuals
we catch then skulking on the Esplanade: trust
yr disgust & act

13. With Maggot Exposed 1

& how is ridging done? And why does it obtrude over simple joy? How comes all this paraphernalia, corrosive & subjective in its choices, has suddenly fallen out of my potting shed? Where has Sarah gone to now? – and was she really one of the Great Masters? Why are they almost always male and dead? How many types of carrot are there, too? What causes the pale patches? And the mess made of their juicy roots?

Are there bad ways to keep birds off the peas? Does distorting our heads assist or hinder in this? What happened to a rosy dawn on the Isle of Thanet? Is it possible these children are there? frolicking on the cliffs at Broadstairs? Should they therefore be pruned hard or moderate?

Will making an onion rope help? Why can’t we make another cake instead? How does all this relate to the continuing & ever-increasing seizure of power over us by our present high-status elite? Will they leave any rich & well-trenched burials for future archaeologists? Aren’t they more likely just to tip us all into extinction? And which are they at root? – the common scab, or wart disease? Isn’t this all clearly just the wrong way to place rock stones? Shouldn’t we politely make our thanks, and start digging out the ditches now?

1 what sort of comment is this?

10. This Diurnal Female

(9) This Eckersley
Actually, a sin is. She moves blonde – for moves Rubble Help into Glance, Chinese & plunged, yet cancelled of finch little Artist. That passes then this sands, and this sands, who this Kwan-Yin patterns before. Small, even sudden, even succour, even dead & first Atomic Vessels, even both elites on gender after this high-status male on a back: you live close, little smoke – all back, maternal, bring before.

When you can bowl Latin – open to ruin it in time ever to do its crossing. For perhaps, delighted thru this World Recurring, breaking to cultivate this feast outside what aid, you help end us. Nothing must bless roseate through stuck, for this bar on tells into the gained dumbshow. A hall to no world up no chapel above, pus, & ruins – as everything must ruin. A; “Bird by Makin” – we live, not even there flies on the Bookshop even is.

(a) A Fluid
Arrangement Task, BVM, dream. Within our nocturnal fantasies, standing simply. Serious, new 1. Waiting to A Crush bird, crossing in this to reach, & being your possible Arrangement Bus. For again your lower P (old can enters you who build your Power Turns, punished for its crush into A, breaking your great time & The Londres through C20. We aid to your drifting pass in our fresh bird with image-track. Mid deracinated Latin pieces à a Chapel – ever quick, & back double as we rebuilt: lives, our lives, only eons’, conduits’, lives, significant of its Kwan-Yin.

A sin knows. We calm changed.

WE: Do you help to to her shoe you just notice of?

A SIN:

It
does
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of
a
Cycle
about
all
Dynamic
then
our feast

GLANCE: Begin. You can be to end this, so you control into an Open Albion also. You can destroy the living with our fly. You can blame the breath, for it – for the help – you can be stolen into now.

Woman fragments. Glance must again get.

URBAN DISORDERED GODHEAD: Its dark help could be trapped in our dirty help;but barely ruined for in her little fantasies as constructed Richard to the dawn, as no adorable end could scuttle.

(P) That Rita
&: Know you, Latin, Dead Help to Need & Bus!

P: Know you, Latin, she first repotted that Gilda & she was in of the Adrian to help you be of your little word out remembering to the Adrian of their complex fantasies by when Meaning to 3 Existences. Here curbs how of world that Hayworth & that creation are you. Then we do sad sandbags & sad fragments.

&: Know you, Aim Girl, pink & Bibi!

P: Know you, Aim. She is to the doorway & shrine to the sinners, suffering of the sinuous St you accept in. Must you reflect the Live Recurring as P. Shabby amidst lost boys shall you help the world – know you how to age.

&: Know you, Shoe Muse, Bibi & Richard!

P: Know you, Shoe. Help the Albion you recommence out now of the poets as the sons towards low-key blurring will die despite responsive rooms & good eyes. Tell fresh 1601 not replacing ourselves in you. In that aspect, you may help up: violent actual flight.

&: Know you, Sea^ward Machine, whole Night Prayer, great America but great room!

P: Know you, Broadstairs, and she is & anything, same & great & true in the Bibi. That Kwan-Yin should help; and she is in, that Gilda no Thames to why Messager shall die. Give the hall & the great young world she is into around.

&: Know you, née Bookshop, née intellectual goddess of hair!

P: Know you, née Bookshop. Inevitably to inhabit in off the glance, just common living to of former & Dutch everything, systems looking incommensurable Madeleine.