from Bharat jiva [running sadness to the ground]

kari edwards

running sadness to the ground
divided
running sadness to the ground
strange though
I prefer to play with matches
rough ride midnight's helpless plea
under yesterday's lapse into
praying for an evolutionary jerk forward

oh body
washed in blood
and covered in phosophorous ash
spring me one last breath
filled with real remnants
quicksilver and lead
let me drink from your
sorry scheme of things

let me touch the spot
that bites back

[the incompressible shuffles into place]

substituting one day for the next remaining attempt to emerge from the next gesture skip deity made entirely of language, to the next instant justification graveyard, like content, like everything else, like a given epic, like another battle dream beach distance, another metaphor without preemptive assumptions.

we are through and the matter is time, is material substance, is too many free radicals, a consequence for contemporary rethinking, but what account accounts, indexes rational skips to the next gesture stale regime?

kari edwards

2016

from obedience [maybe one day, during a point in time]

maybe one day, during a point in time, without a particular point in time, without a reference, a point in time without a point, without a reference, without a connection, when someone or anyone being someone, processes a confluence of points and lines, designating nothing, processing in a process, proceeding in a connection, between a connection and an operation, and an operation and a process, connecting the process and operation to a future, between, voluntary actions and tangential beings, being one of many, doing an extended process, extending endlessly into an oncoming process, into

kari edwards

2016

from obedience [the clock is on time]

the clock is on time
because the stars fall
because all form forms time
            falls on the body
            freezes a book
            beneath the water
because the water is an organ
because all arguments are similar
            similar singularities
because we can never discover the subject
because
because is always an object
            which is an object among objects
            which is neither and or
because we expect to find a similar

kari edwards

2016

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from Bharat jiva [running sadness to the ground]

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[the incompressible shuffles into place]

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from Bharat jiva [running sadness to the ground]

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[the incompressible shuffles into place]

from obedience [maybe one day, during a point in time]

from obedience [the clock is on time]

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