ayaladn

happiest transparency, I’ll ask,

if solitude respond as silence

intervening least proceed, or I

unquietly decide from all

peculiarity, intensity

surcease in glee more simplified;

a surd but more refined,

the word, yes, undefined,

aleph o’er a bed, no zed,

and clews of possibilities,

and probity; perhaps, the proof

 

dissimilarity, the least

prehensile of supposable

thumbs, remitting

the planets the sum to

the abacal stars, &

their governance freer

aside, if a name o’er

a rhyme, prefer psi;

as the rational reeds

lattice light, let us say,

can you see by the sea

Part VIII : 41ji (an em)

 

curious diarist, isn’t it though,

meddlin’ an ism, so to go

to it,  as and thoroughly to,

who should imagine that you want

an upside down layin’ over

there, no reason to it, or worse

too many, aye did stop at that;

no worse than none at all, against it

 

bricks and wattles and shadows of auls,

the flyin’ forth assort’d, kinda shoo’d

those also assumptive, and so big,

makes a parchment from that of,

as , and it was for the porch as;

a lack to that already have

a ready heart of nothin’ left,

short of startin’ on like that

 

resilient, aye, that as a reason is,

more likely, as your now an all,

although a train a strayer

there, a sort as go another

there altogether a recumbence;

early ago your near is so,

aye, your on, that sat awhile

in burrs embowl’d of that and as

 

fallin’, too, although altogether risin’,

I knot that yet and take in apart

of it, help as up a bit round about,

thoroughly ponder what’s that of,

irregular sort as what’s else;

more of that no worse than any

the turnin’ of, to such the fallin’

here in, throughout, a back to

 

as a name, nor I a namer

only, to the doer of an aul

o’er a ruler, and to straighten

up fore all that is what’s sore

about goods and greaves, swords

and words and grief and disbelief;

it is the once one’s good for,

and milieus and parvenues, at least

 

and was as is for good, two shoes

and ours and boots, and a keaper dry;

and the other way ago a bit

of tenders, some this, some that;

the close in of a door, a room,

nor any more there in retreat,

wall’d in o’errun and through

the all no peace, no quarters, none

 

times your and and your against is

all there is, nor any other more

deferent a conformance a reason

systematical array,

lightly, nor so slightly so,

the unalloy’d ; that’s all,

the ever any need, for ill

or all of it, as go a little room

 

bricks and bats, a widow lexicon,

d-ward up toward any word,

an escalation , that in , on or out,

another more than separate,

a selve apart from and, of

this, as a unity, the fate, as till the else,

the thicket and the grove,

no lesson that, than more there met

Part VII: hermess

 

sound of a dancer, the elegant ease

of an elephant, please, a moment

or so fore the belles in these

also sing in their china blue wings,

& the rain in those clay pots

balance on pole-top a plate

o’er a chair, & the ottoman

stops at the top of the stairs

 

a man, who so merit a fool a share

of, among rags from aground,

o’erland, an ol’ pole-fisher about,

as the wing’d thing northerly

sound, ‘mid the wickery thicket,

a figury cloud, and the weir

by the bottom a shallow allow,

for his sandals & cinnabar jars

 

aye, as a silver spoon & fork

so well, aye now, a spoon,

the fork is on, aye so, a weir

as sings to till it’s up,

& mold it so as soon

as sow again, as comin’

from a risin’ of a wing-led ease;

that fork sometimes I find it

 

does an all matter an aul,

either here over her o’er there,

if I’m wanting as been fore a sea;

more an oarless there at rest,

& I’m restin’ at that,

for a little wild one, or

the childe, an atlas aknee,

an as well enough each

 

an in-wall sat a figure as

an outer door interfere,

as a passage in cold wear,

as wise for the elder of

aye by o’clock & its some,

if its any know time; I tell

by a hand of the ringin’ of

belles by the sure seas surround

 

handles by the rats & a rantin’

the rate by an hour as well

as a feast for a porter,

the pinch-backs & clowns,

drag  up a drown’d man,

pull down a frown on a flea,

as ever an after as afore is,

here’s another of others so nigh

 

aye enclose, as in a garden well,

a bringer of from far along,

a sky so clear your near ago,

nor aye the wind forsake a sail,

a ragged shawl, a briary,

a fair trade, the scree, the shore;

to hang the while a tenon to

a rabbet, hold now a maelstrom

 

sparrows and herons and terns,

all in the tall grasses urge

long-necks and short-bills beyond,

shoal’d auks and free-landers round;

some in the blue, some of the bran,

as the ganderings peck wide

and slow as the rasp and the nail,

the foreground a figure in reeds