from Hallucigenia

 

 

 

occult amongst all 

this seeing is what

unseen will change 

 

amongst all this seeing

was anything ever seen

by which I mean

 

could anything be 

meant beyond the moving 

of meaning that means 

 

somewhere at sometime

to mean beyond 

its movement?

 

it’s easier and maybe

healthier to be moved

and once moved, keep moving

 

what can you see?

 

 

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see out a glove do people see 

do people stop the crying so

a whimsy tea in howling

 

the crying do not but see

no feel on chair

the weight by spine

 

that travels there for now 

for now a happening 

beyond a do that brains

 

a lobe of brain is tiring

and god and shit and 

and heavy slip of trench a tour

 

or anvil stop until you do

not know nor help

the world until until

 

 

 

 

 

is not until but in sickness 

and otherwise the crying still

on now and then

 

a happening and not

until but still as knowing 

still you move

 

and moved by still

can be and being fill

with something more              

 

than words

 

 

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so much to say 

and so little worth saying

being, by turns

a cynical spiritualist 

and a spiritual cynic

to imagine 

              leaving the world

to enter this –

for what wonder 

still is

as much as struck

still with falling

short

of what is 

              possible

when, with irony,

conceding

the impossible is all

that lends such laughable  

inadequacies of word

a purpose, a desire

to be in,

             reverse a purpose

to realise in play

sidle up

bejewelled anew

the walkway 

 

in such hermit crab arcades

to visit, for instance,

the enigmatic 

Nectocaris, a dapper

squish-link of almost

squid

            or like a Nautilus

shuffled

from its chambers

to smoke on the veranda

extemporising, silken wit

on the finer points

of evolution – what was missed

or presumed or

presumed missing

unknown, tentacular

chat of ages, caught

mid-speech in shale

to be found, 

             540 million years later,

Cambrian

ambiguity of phylum:

twirled flesh kites

             encased

to be in, the poem

chisel / brush

            zoo of 

            all time       

            in print

            im

            the ghosts

            taken       

            down

in rock, blunt talk

hammering at 

            ‘time’

as if ‘all time’ 

            was

kept and is not still

is         of always

around and through

the impossible

            happening 

again and again

            for the first time

& i never thought        

it could move me        

from gravity’s 

            stern formality 

but it did

 

& they soared over :

 

 

Marella, Yohoia, Olenoides

 

Opabania, Burgessia, Nectocaris

 

Odontogriphus, Dinomischus, Amiskwia

 

Branchiocaris, Perspicaris, Canadaspis

 

Naraoia, Tegopelte, Asheaia

 

 

Odaraia

 

Sidneyia, Sidneyia, Sidneyia

 

Molaria, Habelia 

 

Sanctacaris

 

 

Alalcomenaeus

 

Emeraldella, Leancholia 

 

Wiwaxia 

 

                         Anomalocaris

 

 

& who better to tell our story 

than another worm with legs  ~

 

 

 

                                                                           Hallucigenia

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