LM Rivera

THE CALL IS ANY JUMP

The first observer—against Socratic

reason—destroys herself, eyes first.

The second observer—against the seen

—makes mind manifestly given.

The first observer—with immediate

logic—observes the plane of non-bending.

The second observer, observes some thing

asymmetrically built and torn.

The first observer—codified by chance—

trusts the wave and the fundamental spring.

The second observer—in becoming—

becomes further, abstract, painted.

∞

Her sense of filth

below the line—

everyplace we

chant—everyplace

we share what shares

we have—returned

rearmost to mind—

proximate sense

in a nearing

incurvature—

grotesquely made

out of undone

machines—by risk

we presuppose

THE ABSOLUTE—

Da-sein: dumb luck—

like Diebenkorn

in the desert.

∞