in each instance of living the secret or secretion of death


through the expectation of the fifth music isn’t made, but found,


beyond the realm of the ninth


the feel of the muscle of the hand of ink flowing


as through my minor ear to the visible line, the only effort possible as a denizen of the minor earth


in anticipation of the sixth


first of six in a set of eight, born on the west, live on the east, between as a sequence of 46 moves, nine countries, four continents, fifteen schools between kindergarten and senior year, three schools after that, married, two children, fifty years of age and aging fast


but there is no-one in the facts of my life


within the boundary of the seventh bound by snow born by water


borne by water forth come by air back


entrances entrance exits require


tendency of a body asleep to wake urgency of a body, urgency of a body


slipping as if moving


filling as a body fills the air and with air hair left on a counter


like blood through pen pipe and out to the pages in swoops and swaths


in dance, a swish through air, the sound of sweeping, sense of slipping ink to fibers, this permanent mark, a human record, fact of blood and body’s bone, evidence on the sheet of movement, distraction, thought and crumble


thus the body carries its marks as scars, a specialized form of writing


keloid, ropy and read down the center of a chest, bisecting sternum


scar across the upper knuckle of the left index finger from an errant whittle


thin cicatrix on the sole of the right foot, exit incision for a large splinter that rested in that padded flesh for three months until the foot burst open


scars across the soft inside of my forearms across the tendons at my wrists


smaller scars over the body one so small under my eyebrow I cannot even find it


all this writing


all this writing over my body the page of my body covered with all of these words


telling so many muffled stories hair curled in the shape of a nonexistent letter


character of light approaching sunset character as the letter A walking through a play


being as a state of perception being as a state of inertia


distance from distance between


in a way swaying


with reason given for the eighth


in the right light, white (as ice or frost or snow) turns blue, maybe in the color of an eye, the reflection of the sky


the eye sees but only through misdirection nothing visible save in light’s presences and its various hues


like watching a word on a page recollects sounds of the true word in flight not light


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for the purpose of the last and the least eyes hazel


(so not of one color but various)


hair brown (default)


height average weight optimal


nose broken


head bald bearded


hair otherwise furring the body


feet wide fingers thin


big toe shorter than the second toe


from a push down stairs at age two


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