the world as divination
no longer augury
but circling the drain
fake spring
fake fear
seagulls spiral
no left no right
no doubt there is more eating
throw your arms around the horse
its eye
it wasn’t your breakdown
.
Péguy was quite different in that he felt catastrophe coming
Since I am apocalyptic, I reject any belief in providentialism
(Girard)
.
the progressive seven
ontological
what an error
to forget the two
so well, otherwise
one, three, many, infinity - your cleverness
a binary is not always a hierarchy
too late too late
war is the father of all things
no birth without women
nor men neither
no men
.
to forget the tussle
disaster
and you with your desk
channelling statues
a blindspot is not an omission
heaven is black
but never completely
.
every map in every sky
the clockwork universe
a timebomb
put rebirth wherever you like
beginning middle end
it won’t matter
.
the boy who sat there
‘I shot him in the head’
I gave him a pair of socks
that weren’t mine
he saw gangs all the way down
all the way up
he cut his eyebrow or was it cut for him
when there is nothing to protect
what are you fighting for