i
What [ let’s don’t
say
who ] do
you trust?
And is it
[ let’s leave
alone if you please
the question
of who
altogether ] is it
anywhere
near
you right now?
ii
Not what idea do you trust I mean a thing [ let’s even
disallow your fallback gossamerity
that ghostly cobwebness
you’ve tolerated too
long in your mind ]
let’s say that
a thing in order to count
as thing must fall
if you let it go—
or sink if cast away even if
it may surface sometime again
like a bone-flake snowfall
like that gossamerity that noose like a weightless twisted body
like truth in dreams
iii
listing now the dangers
of looking
the other way [ let’s say looking
but not seeing ]
while [ and here
we’d pause and detail exactly how ]
tolerance becomes romance—
. . . a kind of trance state, an American . . .disposition that operates
outside historical markers; it favors staring over blinking.
—meaning while that thing that you call a thing
in your mind as if
[ and here we’d walk—trace
anyway, possibly
take the M 60 to the airport?—the route
from here to there ]
iv
as if your mind were tethered [ even by stretched-thin
gossamerity ]
to your life
your life to an actuality one you trust
[ delusion alert : it’s not ]
meaning while you let go that thing
you call a thing
and that thing it just hovers there manifestly unthingingly in mind
v
in that space you now know
is mind
that thing you know now
is no thing
mind is
you thing now that know
vi
so no not that not thing no I mean a thing you know
by texture trust by touch
no not fingers
[ ok, now let’s only allow things to be things if you trust
them
by tongue by press by salt and
solution ] and so you may know who you are
by the taste-shape
of the letter even if approximate
by the shape you assume [ when I ask
you what I’m not
ever supposed to ask you ]
when you’re alone
like you
imagine you are
right
now when your tongue pulls you down again to go there