all I know
the bustle of light zigzagging,
of the affairs of the world
the August Summer
the copper re- flection Sung shattered into
sparkling glints like floating leaves
go from one place to another
distance between two points is
the routes of the swallows, who cut the air
the reason to believe that
dropping from a rooftop
a space in which routes are drawn
what is outside the eyes
scanning a blank page
mistakeable to the eye
stirs the vanes of the mo-
this view, this light, this buzzing, this air
: obviously the name means this
and could mean nothing but this.
I have never seen and will never see
It was dusk there.
a growth of beard .
Douglas Luman is the Book Reviews editor for the Found Poetry Review, an intern at the Chicago School of Poetics, and an MFA candidate at George Mason University. He is sleeping in a library somewhere in Northern Virginia. Follow him on Twitter @douglasjluman, or at http://www.douglasjluman.com This five-page excerpt is from a book-length mashup text entitled "Star/Formation." It adapts and uses text from Italo Calvino's "Invisible Cities" and a 1918 edition of Marco Polo's travel journals.
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