City II.2.

iv Flirtations of light Rocks scattered, broken on its wheel, warming to suns wash across their face is as enlightened as it gets They swell and hum in stone-specific key for ages The city hears it in crushed bones and up through layers of accumulated death Does it buzz? Is it a beat in angel-thrummed bridge wire? Morning kisses and blushes Bursting in another direction toward earth thrill, opening chosen in midst of each habit Snow drops first, then tulips, then riot of shape and hew petal-specific, fragrance passes as reality once calculable illusions are left in the dust of citys dream of dawns kiss How romantic is that, though questions remain -- wheres are, whos here, whats we? Getting to the arena on time for example. And as Jack said the Air Force Academy Digest that. Disposing of errant intrusions of uncomfortable disposition

may obscure the question but it lingers in moonlights foreshadowing new nights in which night disappears discontinuous shadow discriminations, leave day loose among its bearings bringing down the house of alternate hands in a clamour of crashing vanities of time and space Whisper of water and stone is neither name nor outcome, but that doesnt mean it cant be heard in time between times tapping out unlikely licks. Sheer vibratory overload hums trajectories trajections, really, storys arc, costly delusion economies this together has brought into law of horizons subtraction The law of horizons subtraction doesnt hum, more of a drone, sound of leaden with gratuitous overtones to lend a blush to semblance of alive The Air Force Academy remains the joker ubiquitous sign of not just limit but eventual embrace necessary to resuscitation of transparent medium as a vehicle for open horizons to possible reach into edge Beyond is another matter displacing misleading metaphors but refusing to budge from top of the sentence still promising a period Its all so clear until the city

enters through back door resembles nothing so much as familiar turn of phrase What is the colour of stars and what happened to terraces as determinants of urban splendour take us to new encounter with question of remains clinging to flirtation which assumes an aura of uneasy sanctity Then the Air Force Academy glows well beyond antithetical absence and hums a few bars of off we go into the wild blue yonder before admonishing bound earth fantasies to give it up Dictation is another name for that as it leaves Yankee rock piles trying to catch wheels spinning madly down the road and reeling from metaphor to mixed metaphor Giving it a name flirts, a brush of light on necks curve or glass towers face and if Martians land in the sentence, its because invasions happen and only a fool would say no No, not a fool who is another name for it but a hunger artist starving for the glory of pain bound refusal buttressed hard case anthem In the second town Martians walk down Bloor

and no one thinks twice about loon call rings the air out of blue to new attention