the pilgrims’ museum

1.

at noon there are /  the lamentations it is rumored /  the tickets are made of glass /  show me this way past back- /  turn and address /  where the streets are still black as cable /  wide robes laid down in place /  of water blank fires are underground /  it is written for the translations-books though they change on the hour and I cannot follow /  through /  impression not remnant of /  the merchant-lung /  or casement splintered from the founder’s hall

2.

it is rumored the locals fashion /  aspirins for the eye will only /  settle will frequently /  gamble in alchemy at the magistrates /  with their proof of residence permission /  of passage in tickets the years /  the city switched from wood to tar /  since the cigarettes-wars of some years /  past /  the look is told through the plainclothes /  any light is crossed /  10-fold-electric /  professional stores turn below once a year in fulfillment of the tithe

3.

from here the map /  book sellers are a carriage around the city claim one / face only the newest /  publications /  still say /  the movement of light /  they draw their skins /  simultaneous /  over the market- /  shafts reach out their pitch their hands shown through to the water- /  mark worn to circulars strewn /  to the city salt it is rumored /  the terrible /  winter

this one for battle by ship they title /  another /  how to sustain on open water /  this one for branding by thumb a children’s guide on eye /  and preservation /  traveler /  they say /  here are games of bone die for the betters /   player cards that show the progression  /  of fire and how easy distance is from /  here

4.

but the city /  I say still /  stakes back- /  wards moves /  on low /  pegs given track my arms which cannot intend /  there are no borders to move towards /  signboards are /  overlays /  the engravings still cutting through /  call it gracious street /  conduit /  I am losing my /  self /  this way demonstrations to the illuminant

chronicles of salt.     (the marketplace)

in procession: one glance back /  and perhaps it is in this we shall see her destination unfolded /  here fortunes are told through trading cards /  memorabilia or the moving arts /  decisions as in /  the distance of a city and this told sight /  for purchase: a yard of cloth /  to be turned down over the eye in covering /  in warning: a cone shaped deposit of salt /  one ream the bright-circular- /  light focused into grains to secure a falling breath /  it is hers /  rising on all sides /  its architectural formality /  a strong clear whistle richly and /  turning it now as I’ve /  never seen

chronicles of salt.    (of speech)

but the city for what I could see was breaking by a fine-salt-rain /  in pixel /  to keep what remains when /  then /  the blind arms of a sea town opened /  (as in rooms) /  towards it I will take /  a minor- /  thread a mirror the pale-comb-tracks these grooves to click into /  and one /  breath /  rising as stairs do when the nights are tickets black as /  roads folded /  a fan is this the /  sign of the future? /  will you bury the piles? /  you have managed a new gauze wrapping over my eyes /  in the throat a blind /  bell grows focused moving towards the wheel of the body /  towards the sea /  the towns are in question again /  you I remember not speaking then /  white thread as if trees strung /  I can see my breath you understand /  though only in my own head

in the northern city of nickel

a landscape of boxes and enclosure /  ground white as linen cloth /  the teeth were set in milk to see if they would stay /  a sled’s circle-prints pins in the wooden walls of a station where /  low capture begs with birds /  boxy throat /  each appears by november

as with movie stars as with creatures and dolls /  arms to enclose /  examine this pose we cannot /  where inwardness /  or preoccupation received the stranger /  sleeping draught /  seamless no knot /  sleeping needle /  curved into a traveler’s thin shift /  to voice up-lift and rotation

this day parade expected /  along the roadsides are /  set out /  in a nest of cases string-figures and a water beetle /  locals don mourning rings egg- /  shaped and /  tipped down on the hands (as in the newest fashions) /  all hats worn pale or lemon yellow

crowds /  swaths /  a procession /  to color on a map /  muscles pulling lure /  strings of dozens patterned up wide ice and distance /  colliding with premonitions of accent and heavy snow