Parthenon West Review

                                                                                                                                                                                                        Issue 5


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kari edwards

Behind the behind


Behind the divided divided, behind enemy lines, beyond the
dissolution somewhat nothing phenomena, dividing infinite
division, eating an infinite division, washing over plasmic
arcane subordinate clauses, washing over plasma, washing infinitesimal
monstrous possibilities in continuous by-products, by
the dozen, permanent manners, semi-permanent never permanent
sorting, sorting wet rocks from the wet, sorting wet rocks
from the wet, getting ready to feed the hungry. I am dividing
words dividing lines into lines, dividing rose from air, form
from air, air from air, a photograph from someone I never knew,
from someone I will never know, I am dissolving something
wasting away, something wet, something rock, lost dissolving,
talking to who is talking to who is you, time to see how much
whose time is yours, time to see how much time dividing constantly,
dividing counting verbal slippage, action theory, a story
line in time, a sign dividing developing, endlessly practicing the
practice, cost per million, per head, per gain of sand, a point in
case in a point time, production pure and applied, ever purer
production, when refined and pre-reapplied applied atoms
seeking representations, a present re re re re re recast representation,
our present representation seemingly recast missspoken
speaker, speaking seemingly spoken state formations,
law production pure and applied, always on time, opposed to
those mute struggling, hungry, opposed to those mute, struggling,
already buried, binding someone’s re representation to
pre-represent rolling clouds of dust in the middle of rolling mil-
itary dust, in the middle of the night, rolling new highways,
new ways success is counted, sweetness is success counting,
success is counting sweetness, success is counting successes,
dividing lies by stains, by distant amorality, driving this and
that vehicle to this or that work to build this or that night blue
sky, to bury the dead haste into leisure, lay centuries behind,
educational priest with advance reprieve, on their knees,
removing eyes for truth’s sake. I open my eyes, I am in India,
happening again and again, this is the second happening, happening
again and again. Mindless frightened twice trouble getting
in trouble. I am standing in my own standpoint, standing
in a particular temporal applied something speaking for an
instance that is, an instance ignoring the continuous standing
points, missing the field, held and lost, recognizing the linking
together, linking tighter, held and lost, lost talking standing
production thing smiling stability, a constant whorl nothing
fixed, not moving and not, in the light and not, in the lapses,
divided constantly dividing the hammering divided constant
dividing constantly.