Jesse Seldess: Else

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ELSE

If we don’t signal our love, reason will eat our heart out before it can admit its form of mere intention, and we won’t know what has departed.

– Rosmarie Waldrop, Lawn of Excluded Middle

—

I have me a vision

I step on the edge
stand and retrieve and pulse around
in the sounded privacy

The sun high enough to enter

rewind

—

When I woke up in the morning
over the long time up in the sky

I could consume the dream
in the space that it had

in my world

variegated reflected retroactive reactive light

stopped light with validated variegated fields
In the inflected refracted retroactive reactive light

I speak

as a pure product

that can hear

—

Here I am
I ask say
in the stream
incoming speaking
pictures
turn back
from the sun

—

It’s morning

articles all around
In the retroactive light
surfaced behind
under the grass
or out front or up above
out of the snow

like sleep
I literally move
with waves
little visions
I cannot see

—

Ask who I am

redbud and cherry and one wild apple tree

afterimage
I have no way
after my past
So I rewind interferring

The long time I had a vision
I turned it up
to the ends
over the long time I was on
For an ungraspable time
already formerly a long time

—

What I find there

I can see the back of values
between the preambles
Spinning around the heart
You can hear it also

graph
off the ends

off into the middle
where I stand
in light
That is itself not still
way high up