Jay Besemer

 

DEFINITION

it’s the nighttime of the
blood.

moment by moment
the cells stack up &
tethers make fast &
everything manages.

when the tissues collide
with stone & bark
with wind & silk

contraband of purpose

evidence accumulates
like crusts of bread
on café tables

the body changes
begins to erupt

codes in motion
slow storm
of particles all
shifting state.

fractures open,
heal.
 
metabolic swarm
astonished in love:
definition of a living thing.



GEOLOGICAL TIME

once my body was a fall of rocks onto a highway cut through a bank of hills.
now it is the dominion of practical stains.
with enough time, i can learn from this earth, the parts of it that i know.
the parts of my body that heave, glisten, spurt.
the ruby, the moonstone.
geological time in a biological entity:
how little logic enters into it.

 

POSSIBLE FORMS

I.


the real gives way to static
& we stretch into it,
make a trellis-thing & call
it increase.

 

                                                noise is full


of information, & the mass
of information bends space/time

                                                around our
                                                pylons.

now, bodies. bodies
that radiate in the
shift of want. we have
bodies

                                                that want.


we have                                               that want.


                        as the breath gives way to panic
                        we shrink into it,
                        recede into a kernel & carry
                        this in a pocket.


                        dying stars
                        do not move
                        like we do.


learn how        in the cosmos
                                                the loss
                                                & the gain
                                                are one.
 

learn how        in the cosmos
                                                failure does not exist 

 

                        & what exists
                        does so unapologetically.


there is no weariness.             only heat death.

 
 
                        yearning for deep space
                        is yearning for paradise
                                    for some great mouth
                                    to smile & thank us
                                    in words we can remember
                                    & carry home for display.


earn the affirmation of the everything
without betrayal.

                                    it isn’t
                                    what we think.


II.

carbon has no gender.

likewise hydrogen.

wait for some clue
to possible forms.

 

                                                            behavior is this
                                                            matrix—

what is done becomes
what we seem becomes
what we are


like weather we are
outside the selves
 
                        the shelter holding
                        energies together

                                                            the shell of question &
                                                            answer

                                                            me & you—

what if the measure itself
is flawed

                        what if it isn’t human
                        but person
                        we mean
                        we try (& fail) to be
                                    or see

what if this place
is also person
 

 

                                                                        o ignorant stain
                                                                        o face in the dark windowpane

                                                                                    the hole in your eye
                                                                                                so crowded

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