35°45'53.5"N 79°12'01.8"W
for once a meadow not in the mind. and the white tufts
therein and the torn stems past blazing at the angle
of receding light, a trailer in its midst, unhitched, and lichen
in the mesh of the c-band dish. the difference in an image
versus vision: one of them is given, given once
the default, or was thought to be, thought’s
instantaneous reception, seraphim, the blue
that they come out of is the blue
tarpaulin roped around the datsun in the yard. the rippling
muscle on the dog or cherubim. the radius
it turns in, or the distance-from
that gives a thing its property, poetry
that ground
you have to cross
before a risk is real. the hd
that lies between. that ripple in the screen. it’s as if
I am actually there, thought
helen, all this burning
actually happening, when in reality the dogwood tree
that spreads above the propane tank
still blossoms, coldly, morning
also bringing dew
to the blackened polyester
of the cushions on the patio. how it must be. the imperceptible
collapse if not of government of confidence
in process. the thought that this is how
it must be now, now’s unwithering, there is just
this, you are in it, you cannot trespass what
you cannot think yourself outside of
thought for thoughtless is the one
with shotgun saying can’t you fucking read
that this is private property
