Tranquil Interiors

after Gregg Biglieri’s *Sleepy With Democracy*
and Guy Ben-Ner's *Berkeley’s Island*


This island called nations
Abounds

In holes
The ecstatic whole
Of home

Lands when the trees
Tunnel
The walls would just kill

Star persists
However it
Might tussle

When dissolves to wind

*

Against the all
The *beyond-in*
These islands are

Perverse 'the-more
In being watched
And watching been.

A Western will
In an Eastern wind
Captivities capsize O our
Unwitting linoleum.

The windows
Of darkened dwellings
Delimit the comic invasion.

*

The despair of nations
Singing
Out to be actual.

To be not merely
For what we are
Tunneling.

And what we mark
These islands only
Not will be saved.

Not in this time of nations.

*

You have built
A house not limited
By earth.

Nor by sky
But a sleep
Of our making.

History a tree
Making snap
A shape

Of things
To dwell or not
To dwell in.

Not all
Interiors are
Interiorizing.

A house
Not always
A home for allegory.

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Your house calls:

Nosotros, el Pueblo
de los Estados
Unidos,

a fin de formar
una Union mas perfecta,
establecer Justica,

afirmar la tranquilidad
interior, proveer
la Defensa

comun, promover el
bienstar general y
asegurar para

nosotros mismos y
para nuestros
descendientes los

beneficios de la
Libertad, estatuimos
y sancionamos

esta CONSTITUCION
para los Estados
Unidos de America.

*

“As you are no more than this… a tone.”

“Trembling veil, my limit.”

“Enlarged seizure.”

“Speak to the tongue it tells.”

*

If we dig a whole far enough
Or number shudders
Or a single pane
Survives

The body
What camera
Can’t be a camera
For Kant’s sublime?

An ontological cant
A kind of prick
A not is not a whole
For we are presenced

A burden to present
Overflowering this old
Extension, extending
This lens, anews

(A shoot if you will)
Points and chutes
The lines live forever
But more importantly more

Descendents arise
Defend transcendent
Abeyant Phoenix
To dovetail nicks

*

Not in this time of nations.