Volodymyr Bilyk

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Felino A. Soriano

from Espials

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            —after an image by Silvia Scheibli

spiraled hole

                         holy

inverted halo functionality:

placed

                                                by wind’s strongest finger

pulsating                      push                 ing

                                         until

night’s

vocal infatuations

blur into open-door

allowances

                          —light or when light’s hanker

connects

with a watching tree’s unobserved sobbing:

this azure

zigzag’s wholly

always                                                              away from

warming hands of the holding unnoticed, their (and our)

knotted hands’ efforts

blind by which culture’s Cyclops

contains

                        origami same-size abilities, their

pluralized efforts to

erect stone

amid stillness of need

                                                            we examine what is realized

watching death by hands, unholy

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meditative acronyms

in the spelling of nuanced                    understanding

                                                 each

                                                                         stare/absorbs-stares

                        wandering, an eye

recalls an institutionalized watching/waiting

spectrum, delving then into formulating tear, its sear, strong, syllabic,

broken

down

             by altering emotional content, the text in isolated versions of spoken embarrassments

not yet

wilted or

by-then written the improvised living becomes cliché

sostenuto

within hands and their lined delineation

yours, theirs, ours, thus

subjective in the carrying of closed-eye

preparedness

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arms and their purpose

                         nisus

              neoteric

pulsating

    promise

                                                             pluralized

                                      personal

reactionary

to the improvised

impersonations of undulating degrees of language and

the nostalgia of learning steps in the context

of movement’s

interrelated embraces

thus

                arms

and their

pluralized purposes           pleasing if                          reciprocation is the dual method of

engage configurations

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watching the saddened crow

             curl away from the ambition of curating calls

 the

sudden

 alteration

altered, though thematic

in the range of rage from passive indication—

silence then

                         in the alphabet of solace’s anemic call to legs’ oscillating fulcrum

—this change

rearranges realms

and their ceiling cannot reuse its dangling embrace

             watching blurs become clarity in the context of internal infatuation

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recessed                                   in the acclimation of tonal time-making

                                    mysteriousness

sorted synonyms

allowing for the function of fiction to suspend conversational

controversy

resaid

pluralized

informational, insinuating rarity of percentage’s hungry greed

this watching of movement engaging

ergonomic ease of the body’s positional clarity

             similar

 to the ongoing remedies

partitions create against openness of uncomfortable delusions suspend among a

range and direct running from self in the momentum of

age’s rearranging perspective

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light’s italicized murmurs

making softened the whispering

gold of shallow homes of hallway

shadows

                          shine-shimmering

against oscillating home of

the ants’ architectural hiding

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aired whisper-rhythm

             tossing

the small of it

                                     leaping

                         land-holding

feet the walking ensues within fragile

movement of oscillating practice, this            turnstile

of seasonal becoming

mores devour truth in the contextual

calmness all mothers interact with

physical admiration

             the

lengthening of elongated-already discoveries an

altruistic laughter of praise

vibratory subsequent echoes

arching near where

running hides into safe or

satisfying ending

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interrogation of silence

             causational pause the

response s

                                     fall toward                 isolated fathoms of

imagination’s

inductive range of

immanent

isolation

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recreated

                         (as in the fallacies of assumptions’ predetermined facsimiles

                                                or

                                                                         within the spectrum shadows’ silver

                                     aged

                         emblems

             embalmed in the rhythm of paused configurations)

moments engage wholeness’

systematic contributions, these

organic

  railways

walked                         wandered                   all tense in the yesterday of memory

overcoming lyrical tears

there

             slide of burning contours

recalling loss

and the gregarious gain of revelation, welcomed

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fingers of woolen fog                                                  its

                                                                        dangling

                                                affirmations, aerial

                        layers

natural cultural identity

                                                             reaches                                   as when

Monday’s saddened entrance

hovers onto burgeon’s

undefined happenstance

veiled though known

and

             positioned

             to uncover ease of clarity’s amalgamated complacency

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Lynda Schor

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Lakey Comess

of fuel

of fuel, refueling, running out,

questions in orbiting, Rimbaud

of dust,

debris in unfinished caress,

refueling,

penetrating the shieling.  

Yesterday's glass rings,

coming closer,

gaining loss,

losing light,

time, years.  

Laboring docken-

leafed, stricken,

over the couched

terms and call,

land's vacuous end,

dreamily chanted

fanciful winged coquette,

stubborn, barred, lucky Lucifer,

flickering.  

Inventing a whole waning tongued other calendar.  

We are top sailing instead, upside of the angels,

opaque dreaming,

acknowledgements intended,

speaking through to another risen,

much worse condition,

(not in your language)

tucked into furthering this body,

fain resurrected button and zip,

whole inexact uncertainty,

danced for you.  

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In arms. In arms.

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Letting it travel on wind.  

Pledged copulation,  

casual fistful of coquetry

and you.

And you and you.

This fair body,

just breeze.

. riparian riff raff

. medium coarse,

. broken, speaking

. cornered, derailed  

The holding condition,

holding, conditioning the heart.

The heartening subscription,

swaying  domain, dead figuring cant.

. dumb run

. dangerous

. lipstick, inscribed  

. Biding time.  

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We are becoming obsidian,

memorial, free floating.

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. years blinding

. perpetual motion

. in light  

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Sage willing flesh, pen,

later and born.

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Cross-stitched

Over-structured authorities, skilled writers, caught up

in cross fire, cross-stitched to the spot.  

High on participation, rally round deciduous growth,

pronounce it delicious, amazing challenge,

close knit modules of gross error in judgment.  

All those parallels loosen the ball bearings.  

Flicker combinations of events in small cages.  

Back up your job description,

flog yourself into tasks and alternative attitudes.  

Same old middle finger throws ancient gesture of scorn your way.

Novelty lost interest in mass innovation.  

Let's just say the cultural quarter was overrun.  

Certain houses have known generations of

the same families—ties, continuity, old bonds.  

One died on an anniversary;

death gravitates to particular.

One died in solitude, silence, unsociable fortitude;

death castigates survivor.  

Grand National was over in a flash;

couldn't even tell you who was running.

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ODD TOURS DE GOBELETS

It seems a pity to have wasted perfectly good newsprint on well over three columns worth of story on the ass-end of a project, intricacy lubricating the folio, treading slippery slope.

Wedding presents?  From the bride? (clue found in a drawer.)

Had you really believed assignation of numbers to be the solution to smiling into the abyss,  you wouldn't have asked for names and addresses quite so early in the affiliation.  

Oh, well done!  

Panegyric discourses:

You are clusters of distribution,

tin-glazed earthenware,

patterned metallic colours,

scratches and blisters,

absolute kill.  

Mile long carpet,

clipped wings.  

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Too quiet.  Pale.  

Aspiration exhaled, lung-damaged.  

Hope is fulcrum to permanence, no matter what you imagine.  

You're in a really good place, don't get me wrong,

if you don't want to go there, looking too far forward,

taking more than one day at a time.  There's no way in.  

Think twice before speaking.  Now is the time to be cautious,

hand-clapping, counting rhymes.  Shake up the neighbourhood.  

Gunshots are heard.  Young men give up their lives, slept in dust,

for dubious gang leaders.  Next exhibition follows (too closely).

Vaguely symbolic glyphs, carved small onto form, basic shapes, shifted.  

Where does eye lead, if not to strangely mutated darkness, free trial, finding a way,

weighed down, rocks around neck.  Time can be better than spent.

I have never seen you so sad.

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Acts of contrition

pursue shortfall of cool,

directing negotiations, too many effects, ineffective.  

Out of time, strobe-lighted.  Those are the breaks, original.  

Make it two.  Casual is costly, too comfortable, hidden

in well-oiled predictable rules,

senselessly knocking on nonsense, selling it short.   

I'm on the opposite bank now, sharpening branches,

replacing ether with water, swimming through green, cloudy waves.  

You are barely a ripple.

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Rhythmic bleeps

add a certain I don't know what to the experience.  

Lord knows you have beautiful eyes.  What does clock matter,

daily thoughts replacing real, live experience, unable to move,

stuck in a moment?  Folds on map, impossible to manage.

Someone may assist at some time, though discussion alludes us.  

Find an identity next to a dustbin.  Hand it on or hang on to it.

Forty years ago is yesterday.  Now.  This minute.

Some things don't change.  How did we end up here, not together?

Can you turn back time if you cannot commit to more than today?

Truth is rewarded with a warm hug, time, tide, no one,

everyone's sister, cousin, best friend, double.

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