Michael Rerick
[light flash brings colonization to strip hair]
[1]
light flash brings colonization to strip hair and beard antennae a smell we can
not hear with until fruit appears
held head by a head speaks nothing but laps at a book called well held back by
age we left clues admittedly too numerous to piece together
civilized to a creation we watch lacerations hold unoriginal reflections but similar
in bend consummate a weepish moment when burnt away
ritual some trunks glean a message from so what we fitted and arranged a nod
to get it barbed to the sanctimonious spot
a paper trail militant in the offering so we will not off the new creation nested
in shreddings but disappear negotiations
fallen from science we vegetate cells and ark out the fallout of knowledge
or desire we built but we cataclysm it too
we provide transport and powdered manna for the chosen curious wrecked
rescued repulsed and written
everything is atomic a highly stable conglomeration until destabilized and blind
we smote to see and smote again
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[1] Yuebin, Gong. Resource: Life's Crossroad. 2009. Burnt wood, acrylic, Fluorescent color, metal chain, steel plate; 6' long x 6' wide x 6'high, including 8 pieces. Studio. Web.
Rael. Intelligent Design: Message from the Designers. “Truth: Genesis.” USA: Nova Distribution, 2005. 10-18. Web.
[large echoes at the gate each gate]
[1]
large echoes at the gate each gate an elegant hammer of trees not only a coil
of trees but a forest of edges
a stand of city reduced to its bare structure stand in and be swallowed the child
of ore in expanse impression by impression
concentricities treasure steel gravity unloosened a terracotta deception of real
stable disaster the crushing
invisible iron carbon a transcendent slag rust the walkable gaps in expanded
regions redundant in a hard treasury
captivated and captivating metaphorical and literal how a surprise surprises
even when not with helpers and across regions
simple to comprehend the shape but pliability is not told the invisible hand
teaching each swallowed voice it exists
if mysterious then a touch confirms the sound bonds of mineral compression
somehow conspired into a loose pillar
perhaps scrap nothing in the mystery or abstracts gone large reveal a second
space squeezed into secret folds
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[1] Serra, Richard. The Matter of Time. 2005. Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao, Spain. Web.
Pistis Sophia. “Gnosticism: The First Book of Pistis Sophia, Chapter 1.” Trans. G.R.S. Mead. 1921. sacred-texts.com. Web.
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