sections from t o r s o

Ric Carfana

 

This rational space

where limits materialize

apparitions and immanence

of a faith resolved

parlance for the void between

awaking thots

a fluttering hazy facticity

further to acclaim notions

time devolves . . .

 

 

Morning resonance from spatial debris

acerbic effluent

contriving the image

the blood observes

the principle of steel

and stone

winter thaw enveloping

the fragile mind

 

 

Carried light thru

prosthetic clock-time

a mantle glows

burnished tainted imbrication

one envisions an effigy

from depths where duality

conjures the undulating flame

constraining roots of singularity

 

 

 

 


 

Mourning semblance

where the contours deviate

a paper-space topography

of imprecise omens

prismatic splintering

reflecting the inanimate

shadow-cast evolution

one mirror’s eye-image

the entangling void

of physical estrangement

 

 

Figures for the labyrinth

a womb’s cursive surface-trace

fluid movement resuming

rhizomic patterns

creation’s fault-line wound

returns to the image

coarse-wind incarnation

physicality’s constellation

mollifying synergistic indeterminacy

 

 


 

Tangibility in thot

process undefined

saturation point of porous membrane

the flesh siring

an external causality

sparse lung space

to filter the debris

transient span of cloud-mass forms

cultivating periodicity

within obfuscation

 

 

Testament unearthing

helical blood structures

indecisive attenuation

evolving histories

amid fates of dissonance

each plurality possessing

an integral aggregate

iron-gate immanence

its degrees of emptiness

enveloping reflection

 

 


 

Descending scales’

tidal-surge perturbation

easy answers loom

apparently irrational apparition

tethered to rusted moorings

a present tense is

incremental and poignant

as lyricism

defying the logical

sight unseen

permanence in locality

 

 

Spatial functioanlity sufficing

to move the mechanism

outward

thru the prismatic block

perspective levels

tied to anterior thot

the stalemate is

inertial prostration

in the middenfields

the fulcrum shifts . . .

 

 


 

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i think

not to divine

the image

i associate with self

or limit thot

to the conundrum of being

a variable spatial entity

constituted

in this steeled gaze

thru the looking-glass latticework

a mirror’s vacant idolatry

and an existence to retain

a landscape of massed errata:

a consciousness

of conditional occlusion

as in these small things

which manifest

a sobering elegy’s

 

 

 

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INSIDE THE FATIGUE

OF THIS REDACTED METTLEWORK-EPISTEMOLOGY

I HAVE FORMED A TOLERANCE-SOLACE

INACCURATE YET

AWARE THAT BEAUTY LINGERS

ONLY IN THE MIND LONG ENOUGH

TO STEAL THIS GAZE FROM ASSURANCE:

AGGREGATES OF A RAPT PASTS’

INACCESSIBLE EMPIRICISM

HAVING ALLOWED THE THUNDER

INSIDE MY HEAD TO ELIMINATE

THE THREAT OF SILENCE

TO FIND IN THE MIRROR

A DIMINISHED SPECTRE

CAUGHT BY FUGAL UNCERTIANTY

 

 

 


 

therefore . . .

one is advisedto peruse theseincendiary rubble statesconflagrative potentialities

Ghost Dharma

 

thots continue to create

the spaces i place myself

within

 

 

perceptions of a lighted doorway

being one reason

to forget what is

past

this space between the storms

as one is aware

 

to dispel

the corridor’s pallid apparition

the heat from this little light

 

interiorized

 

the existence of the heart

reduced to ashes

outside

the advent of worlds

infused torso-vacancies

opening the door

with purging eyes

as such beauty is

sundered

by materialistic measures

 

AS ONLY TO BECOME

 

GRADUALLY AWARE

WE SHARE THE SAME

COVENANT WITH MATTER

 

ACCUMULATIONS IN THE MARROW

THOUGH MUCH (THOT)

ESCAPES FRUITION

 

ONE PERCEIVES

A TIDAL EBB

FRAMING A CIRCULAR SOURCE

 

 

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AS A STREAK OF LIGHT IS

INCAPABLE OF POSSESSION

BY ONE

 

WHO MUST VANQUISH

 

THE THOT

 

OF TREPIDATION

 

?

 

. . . As one enters sleep . . .

 

riven-dark

& the stars

which press

these cold

chaotic leavings

deeper towards

the fleshy core

 

 

 

temporal as

these words are

(only) skeletal pilings

moving the infrastructure

to the rhythms

of a scripted solstice (solace)

wintering

 

 

in a soul

 

 

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the possibility of nothing

in lieu of where

we place this

aspiring

ideological verisimilitude

 

 


 

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