ubique et nusquam
In the nowhere it is everywhere opening the dark so that absence
with forever becomes intimate, absence with emptiness becomes light,
absence with the deathless becomes vivified. Dust endeavored by what
seeks to close in us what opens the lasting dark—this Love from nowhere
in the everywhere of stars whose absences might well close & become
a gathering of grasshoppers.
Just Dark
To a star born again, the radiance of love is the endeavor of death,
for love is that which brings to light, everything. Without it there is no
rush of the emptiness to swell those to swarm. Without it there is no
sun embryo.
Born Again
All mortals die from death.
For that all mortals are alive in it.
Those who do not die from death are deathless
& yet they are dead to life because they cannot die from death.
For that immortals dead to life by birth are mortals alive in death.
Walking With Kierkegaard
God is waiting for a death Lazarus will die from because Lazarus is dead
with a death that makes stars shine—as dead as a bare tree of Bethany
beneath its bark is green, for to die from is to be alive in the dark sola
& Lazarus is God’s dying need.
To be dead with a death that one cannot die from is why God will not bury
the dead for God in death is Lazarus when he wakes.
Lazarus is dead because God is awake & Lazarus is waiting.
If Lazarus was awake & God dying, Lazarus would shine like a light
through the wild leaves of Bethany’s trees. He would be like a sun waiting
for a death that Easter is alive with for Lazarus will wake when God,
who is waiting, will not because Lazarus is dead with a life
God has died from.
Resurrection
We, who copulate, seek to conceive life of the dead, & we (the dead) seek
to conceive a god’s death for what else is an embryo pregnant with?
Blue Eyed Grass
Sex Is Forever
The dead conceive & God goes to seed here in me, so pause & come
to a knee—behold the offspring of eternity.
Baby Blue Eyes
To Copulate
as might a womb that excites a God who conceives a tomb for rapture, sex
is a way to exalt the dead—those who are raised up by organs of excess
& in conception capture by sperm & egg the entire effort of the everlasting
To Molt
To come alive is how immortals become—ignorant of the tumults of time.
Because of endeavoring gods, we become—migrants dumb to the beyond
where to know is to die, for none but the dead are wise.
a beetle's instar
Ishmael
empty dark is the need of light & those who desire those who need the dead
want it as a pine wants the wind or as the drowned in the watery hole beneath
so as to go longingly—the everlasting kept alive by this inscrutable coffin
Western Fence Lizard
Prove Your Self
There is an ignorance we are the truth of. To see it,
get down on your hands & knees & look longingly.
The Mustard Petal
What the dead need to be everlasting is what a god needs to die
which is what a sun needs to shine & what dirt needs to come alive.
Yawning Abyss
Look In Grass
The empty vessel is expectant. The expectant vessel is pregnant.
If the one is the sun when it dies, and the other when it shines,
or the one nourishing fruit, the other seed with root---life-giving
is the ground of dark, this vessel of vessels.
Proving Ground
Like a river of death, the yawning abyss sheds its energy, heaves its sediment & meanders remote films of water---shudder of life, this trembling emptiness.
Like interstellar waste, this insensible, yawning abyss rushes the breach & swells the pores absent those who thrive & perish, unnoticed in soil.
Like a spirit upon the deep, a wild universe conceives this empty extreme whereby the faithful isopod beneath a rock is bound for heaven.
Those in despair see only a seething power writhing with obscure passion & not this pore of fatality pregnant with the everlasting.
To those of no sight, it is called the depth of darkness. To those afflicted with the absolute, it is not a lively death, not this absence in sediments, not the increase & waste of the infinite.
Look at how it opens in spring rain & makes a planet! Look at how the rotifers, water bears & nematodes; at the chytridic saprobes & arbuscular mycorrhizas; the potworms, ants, mites & beetles; at the wood lice & earwigs; the roots of grass & tree, their buried seed—look at how they open like starlight in the dark of night; at how they move through the withdrawn absence like the trembling of infant suns.
See how the anguish of an ocean dies in a nascent stream sprung from the terrible mountain.
See how the shudder of Love by this heaving sediment, gathers its energy.
A Growing Universe
Fruits of the tree of Love, such as death & sex, are ripe ovaries of excess
that make a flower extant. Out in the fecund emptiness they conceive
the everlasting, these consequential seeds of decay & increase
whose engendering the great Tree of Dark intends. Let the perished
be infinite & the eternal, a day---manifest in every sealing
of the buried ovule are immortals who open & swarm a flower
with conspicuous ecstasy!
Solum
The Nature Of Nothing
Love is the crucial presence that “being away” anticipates. Absent the sun is its prior sentiment. The emptiness come to life in death, is Love extant—wait for the world to turn away to find its conspicuous, excessive darkness.
Great Horned Owl
To Come Between Is How Love Matters
The A of alive is not the A of absence, yet absent it, a matter of Love has been removed—a being away that means to be found. The live of a wolf spider is absent such an A when deprived the presence of God, just as the A of absence is live with emptiness & immortals deprived the relics of novae are only live in it.
To be alive is to recover it. The dead are live till they have found the dark ground & to be at a loss reveals this, like a fertile valley reveals a mountain’s lively death.
Absent it is like a river live with sediment.
Pick up a rock & look for a relic still live with immortality. Go to the mountain & behold a matter of Love (this promised land) live with the everlasting.
Conjugation Revealed!
Of the buried worm & of the sudden puddle. The prokaryote’s pilus. What the vacuum grows into & mountain geraniums grow out of. An excess in the fallen raven. That penetrate the ecstasies of soil. What funnel weavers learn from. Of the cricket’s remains & a red breast’s appetite. That cradles root caps. Of carbon feculence. What the sun will arouse. In rain’s waste & absence. Of seeds & their forthright treeness. In sac fungi's perithecium. Of a deity’s putrescence. That penetrate the excessive, astral dark. Of the wind-thrown pine & forthright immortality. In the gut of birds. In the bowels of termites. The oily bladders of slime mold. The despair of philosophers. That vultures envy. That makes space. That empties the Milky Way. That the dead ravish because the worm has faith.
