Night{Call} :: Matarose + Uncanny Action at a Distance
— on Quantum Entanglement
Abuse lingers a strange fog in the after.
It putters & casuals. Skims, strange
in faux rafters
where I am not still
nor away get after,
hangs
gossamer & graze,
entangles in staph
& baffle slows
motion in all its range of cloak
-and-dagger, lingers too long in its actor
who never not trying to capture won’t let me stray
from how you loved how you say
someone
like Churchill who too
never stopped
painting his
pond the one
he had taken
to root after his beloved his
Marigold was
gone
among the cattails I imagine
it wasn’t this story who took captive
a love trying to get away
from such formaling & chumming
laughter I too am not still
the flower
of your ever-after
like how everything has
not but is a measurement
problem like how a painting
or roof cannot be the same when beloved
is befouled & betrayed no it will not be
the same cannot victory over
the length of a wave no marigold or mata
-rose can be remade as mine she & I
understand that kind of tender
rage as one who does all she can
do all her life to stop the Arrow
of Time which even you couldn’t decry
softly flitting away at the beams
with ice pick & closing
distance & what of
the what if
what if it all ends
a whimper undays my nights in that you were
right no cattails & no survive no
imagine how you’ll undiscover all
my life all going blank no trace in rigorous eye so
what so what of it there are deviants
like matagoldfish
that blemish sky &
canvas faster than light
far from coal-hell days into
wilderness far from sovereigns who never step
aside who believe they are that kind
of entanglement the incendiary
to unrefuse what clearly makes
& moves this
petrified this grind go & go & lose hands in your arbitrary
& wide start stop why never not uncaught in a twisted
line you say yours is the first rule
speaks what the second
will do you say
no matter you’ll always know before I &
force low you always find where I’ll
o
how I once
loved you no never did I still
to fuse no I’m not the other
end of your every
oath & every
ruse it’s not the same what I feel
even the smallest of things
that linger those I have
yet to lose
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