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An unknown river whose banks drip feathers, orchid petals, wherein live fish mysterious; a medieval scholar, humanist scamp. No, a rare, rich dish, thick with crème fraîche; the local junior high known for annual bake sales. A beautiful African princess, two thousand cows her dowry; a town in New Jersey. A defunct balm or salve;…

for . . . . Beyond anything else, he dwells on what might inhabit his      mind at the moment of his death, that which he'll take across with him, which will sum his      being up as he's projected into spirit. Thus he dwells upon the substance of his consciousness, what      its contents are at any…

All whom I love, all neighbors and relations awry and pure, all intimates of the same heart-paths, all strangers I would know would want to go there, would be compelled thuswards: the most northern, unknown, uninvented, patchy, unvisited on the maps. And I would go with them. In shivering boats, leaky carracks, floats of reed…

I killed the bee for no reason except that it was there and you      were watching, disapproving, which made what I would do much worse but I was angry      with you anyway and so I put my foot on it, leaned on it, tested how much I'd need to make that resilient,      resisting cartridge give…

Drinking, looking into the glass, I see a deep well, some clouds moving over it. At the bottom, a small lizard. A gold vapor swimming up. His eyes are blue, sad. He says listen you've had enough of one world, now try two. He melts back into the glass, the clouds break off. I swear,…

Where no question possibly remains—someone crying,      someone dead—blame asks: whose fault? It is the counterpart, the day to day, the real-life, of those      higher faculties we posit, logic, reason, the inductions and deductions we yearningly      trace the lines of with our fingers. It also has to do with nothing but itself, a tendency, a habit,…