Where the sky is not one and 
The earth is not one no totality 
Locks us into place like the same 
Product existing everywhere 
Ubiquity of property ubiquity 
Of territory does not become 
A proper name or pronouns soaked 
In blood the blood of soil blood 
Of family for the abstract love
Of this family we call nation
A name can fail us in this outside.
Whatever genes have their way
(And they do have their way)
However we grasp essences
(And we can't help grasping)
Other echoes inhabit what 
We would call the self seeking
Its mobile edge call it a marsh 
For what we would have 
Wanted to have been a mirror
Where I can't see my reflection
Staring at me where the tain 
Was the case of everything.
A risk worth taking
Not up into the wild
Blue yonder Western move-
ment of all things history
So far as a kind of 
Deathwish but what if we 
All kept moving the 
Boundaries and survived by 
These land grabs only
These lands which grab 
Us where I patiently waits 
To be you there would be 
The faintest distance of 
Caring there.
For the people who seem 
Ungeheuer we are not The 
People the multitude blows
Through a thousand holes
In the wind whistles where
A polis isn't those common 
Places and place holders
Their bodies were the case
For everything which persists
Like a kind of remnant the 
World before the world was 
The world what people would 
Only seem to be missing.
For Joan Retallack
Needless to say 
Everything is changed 
By saying
Needless to say every 
Letter is a loss
Accumulated on the page
Needless to say
We are scared and yet
Heedless
Complicitous yet porous
To the wishes
Of the world
Needless to say 
Everything moves
All things move
And in their separate
Distances 
Soundlessly 
There is care.
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