WILL ALEXANDER

COMPOUND HIBERNATION

Those who glance about me 
Who cease to see inside the sun 
Who cease to imagine its destabilized pre-quanta 
Cannot know me 
Cannot know my ethos as pumice 
As mingled apparition or flare 

My perception through the prior sun that I ingest like a blackened pre- 
     existence 
Or collected hawks 
                     through assignation 

The sun with its dualisms 
      with its dualisms 
With its prebiotic photons which waver 

Perhaps 
9 suns before the sun existed 
Before the oceans seemed formed 
           there were molecular drafts 
             Akashic precursors 
                    floating proto-ammonia 

I think of carbon 
& whisps 
& floodings 

Of feral combat shelter 
              where blank geometry accrues 

Before separable biology was born 
       before the contradictory ballast of de-existent protozoa

Being searching photon by abstentia like a pre-atomic sigil 
        destabilized as blizzard 
A pre-cognitive rotation 
A strange galvanics of the cosmos 

& because of this galvanics 
     one reeks of invisible tremor 
     walking around in league 
     with daunting helium affliction 

Thus 
The microns in my skin 
Like haunted salamander fluid 
Like cells bereft with 
     cooling centigrade rotation 

Therefore 
I know the abyss as volatile lunar transposition 
As sub-liminal mantis as climbing 
As splintering 

Therefore I am not 
             an oily or blasphemous yogin 
Collapsing in default by sudden anger or water 

Yet I am compound 
Struggling with scattered mental a-rhythmia 
With partial psychic aphasia 
       Intensive 
          Illusive 
            Aloof by interior compounding



EXERCISE IN PARTICLE NEUTRINO 

															

Being blank incarnadine neutrino 

															I have exercised as monster 

													  As opaque lunation burning under rainfall 

															
															
Much like watching a field grow bones 

															
															Through dissolving exhibit 

															
															
& I understand why 

															
															   the sea beds groan 

															
															Why the underwater quakes 

															
															Much like curious damage 

															
															   from the demiurge 

															
															With its ruthless inconsequent principates 

															
															With its rhetoric of lower feasting 

															
															
Perhaps 

															
															A pedagogical demonology 

															
															Or a mange war 

															
															Or a dazzled momentary havoc 

															
															
Like a horse inflamed 

															
															    on a volcanic river 

															
															Striding towards a soil 

															
															   which erupts into sunspots 

															
															        into ice white infernos