Agnosia

 
a
lat­eral bone knob­bled
ends akimbo space
enough for dog’s 
mouth
split or shat­ter
a tenon pulled hunger
con­struc­tor bearer
pushed weight 
shud­der
a dragged last au­dac­ity
forms 
alde­hy­des of sweat
flar­ing to nose­dove 
a burst spread eye 
ab­sorbed from the
girded light ray
a new last push
be­gun 

mythic stick­ened daugh­ters
ap­ply arith­metic each
tick flips to new form
the can­non of cel­lu­lar
au­tomata
the ca­coph­o­nic
blast tor­rent
awash awash its
noise un­ships
slowly into
rank at last
a sense can
a hand ex­ists
to grasp to­ward
for the first
cre­ation of
moun­tains formed from
the teat-milk of a dead world an­drog­yne
re­fined

the sky wheeled
and now imag­ined a purse with one coin
re­moved
one coin re­mains
re­moved
yet one coin
abides watch
wide-eyed but at
some point at­ten­tion
shifts from coin­in­purse
to coin­in­hand 

the
shift
is a glo­ri­ous trai­tor
it sneaks be­tween
neu­rons with its hands
pock­eted and no foot­prints
it isn’t wherever at­ten­tion
is it is the empty space
in the head la­beled
won­der it is the fifth
spot at the ta­ble it is
the friend who never
re­turns calls it is
the beam you can­not look
upon the beam you can
only
look along in
a dark­en­ing wood­shed
the last light for
blind eyes the 
un­mea­sur­able gap
be­tween or­der the
un­sen­si­ble
pri­mor­dial re­ver­ber­a­tion

call it
the space be­tween
thoughts
call it
ig­no­rance
call it
sci­ence
call it a shell game
call it
magic
call it what
you will.

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