A Devotion

~ for Nathaniel Dorsky

Coincident to this legibility learning newly
How to see or be duration sometimes an image
Is only an image we take this to heart the time
It takes to make out bends beads like light
Itself emergent from life sequent like a thousand
Stars were numbers that weren't the dark any
Longer nor separate seemingly from water

The words for images broken here we call them
Articulate we say they present articulation itself
An interruption of the present tense while we
See we see a lot of branches tracking branches
Forest focus black sun then don't light up the world
Again one flown stem I knew I was hallucinating

Then the world woke up each new sequence
For what potentia the bright ambiance the solitude
Of the image like a singing of the eyes to attention
In variance forest focus film the things moments
We won’t forget because we will them to not
Become forgotten because the memory is coincident
To this will because we are all short or long takes

Duration has a life of its own image coincident like
Suns suddenly vacant like close-ups of pavement
Matter like spirit or throwing the ball back or
“or” itself as a hinge for all perception language
Flickered and was a magnet for the attention
The appearance of the world and the world itself

A prayer said with the help of lenses cropping cris-
crossing one’s somnolence in distraction also
A pattern of attention that fabric of waves chain-
linked those eyes groping for some purchase shadows
Or any outline overlapping shade leaves separate
One reflection from another the mannequins lips part
What light replaces a lens flare so here burns up.