Montauk Journal

I have long thought the universe alive, all forms equal

cup cloud bird tree   a child’s ball rolling down

a hillside in Kentucky or Japan, the stars in mimic motion.

Here now at heart-center, center-heart, machination

dream machine of mundi spirit, spiritus mundi,

call and break of passing, fading, shifting, plash on purpled sand

and broken stone and back again, witness how the silence

comes alive  :  :  what never was

was only silence in a blind dumb deathlike absence

abiding in the earth’s deep pit of bone and blood of beast

that breathes in steadfast rhythm  :  :  change me change me cruel

crustacean rock and weed, pretend to know and render what my soul

does to the sea, as if the earth itself were bathed in fine sheer gleaming

sheen of animated matter making whitefoam whiter in the spitting out

of open pockets under undercurrent urge and urge of ceaseless silent song.

Montauk Journal

I have long thought the universe alive all forms equally

from cup to cloud to bird leaf tree child’s ball rolling down

an incline in Kentucky or Japan the stars in mimic motion

here now at heart-center center-heart gravitary machination

dream machine of mundi spirit spiritus mundi call and break

of passing, shifting, fading, crashing plash of planet

plant and rolling language ocean-organ chords and notes

of depth vibration, darkened water-wired life a

mad crescendo mad crescendo calling breaking torrents

over purpled sand and broken stone and back again and down again

the way the sun drops down to the willing and unwilling calm,

welcome sight of while the roar continues through the night

silver white against a yellow streaked october cloudscape

witness: witness: how the silence comes alive

what never was was only silence in a blind dumb deathlike absence

darkened down the earth’s deep pit of buried body bone and blood

of beast that beats and rolls and breathes in steadfast rhythm

change me change me cruel crustacean rancid rock

pretend to know expect and render what the soul does to the sea

tidal thrust of deep black pit or pitch discovered not-destroyed

by water-dust exploding dancing like-destroyed by hate-restriction

life-constriction—oh! as if the earth itself were swathed and bathed

in fine sheer gleaming unseen sheen of e-lec-trickle animated mat-ter

cells and seals and laptop rabbit tv-cd gull and dog in dv-rom-degrees

green-grey unseen network all the jambled babble inter-planetary

mouthings: open and gone: feed me boiling black and broken bubble

of imaginary sunlight sunlight sunlight sunlight making whitefoam

whiter in the spitting out of open pockets in the undercurrent

waves of urge and urge and ceaseless silent song

the pull to here here and here again the moment in the center moving toward
and toward an understanding of the body old shell clam fish foutain figure taken
taken taken in as earth body full of need need need need restless restless restlessness

the breath bare comes goes deeply quickly shallow slowly whitely wanton more wanting
with the rhythms of the waves brain waves breast waves rolling thunder belly legs
restless restless fish and snail more weed more than sand surf sun tree more than leaf and
golden sunlight streaming down like bones and blood my heart my heart my heart my
heart keeps pumping sea keeps pumping sea keeps pumping sea and pumping pumping
pumpting tells me I’m alive

quiet now and resting rolling in the darkness is the softened soft soft stone carved out
humming pumping in the body ocean rolling in the inner ear each cell and belly bone and flesh: