obedience 48-50

it might be because in an instance, there might be a question, a reasonable question, questioning the questioning, that might be an eagerness to question the reasonable, that might have meaning in terms of reasonable, as a question with agreement, in terms of a definition.


it might be two thousand years of expected expecting, expecting the reasonable to be more reasonable for another two billion years of expecting the expecting, expecting the reasonable.


because the tongue is the mouth, passing from one word to the next word, as the next word to the next, passing as passing . . . as, we have a plan, it’s yours, it’s expected, it’s a definition, it’s terms of employment, sorting sounds of extermination, narrow conclusions passing expected reasonables for the next same possible endorsement of the real real, never arriving, never more, an oncoming constant, never always always expected, keeping the ambiguous antagonist at bay, keeping the grabbing experience of nothing as a word, nothing planned for everything reasonable at bay.


passing from one to the next, beyond the nocturnal vapid haze, beyond the pounding parade of heavenly disinfectant, beyond the many fictive things, to more fictive things, denying a direction of motion, denying the shock of two bodies in motion, in a degree of motion, without a language, in a series of events, without definition, without memory as an operation, an unobservable constant, decaying in a conjoined impossible possible, posing unseemable, determined by an operation of concessions, out of the necessity of bodies in motion, aiming at always, united in a something, with a slant towards once more,

no offshoots
no variations
no redeemable
nothing radiant dew
for the well-being nothing
but uniformity
as a paragon of forgiving
explicit multitudes
explicit in operations
of the explicit body
in the company of corruption
unable to grasp
without a uniformity of opinion
unable to grasp
the particular
without the regularity of morality
unable to be regular
without the requirements of
is is is is always
and is always
and / or not or
maybe is always
pretty much is the same;


nothing, down to the oil unseen, in the vast variety of the unseen, in the reason of  unknown floating in mutual certainty, punctuated with caught in a dream, caught in the radiation of the sun, caught in sickness and starvation, caught without another again, without proper conduct at the effect of the wind, in the constant weather, without the humming skull cracking always numbers, caught breathing out vowels with no verbiage, breathing in a reference always of the breathing other other constantly breathing.


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 the whole of matter at the beginning of the process, proceeding to another process, beginning with an ending and ending with a beginning, the whole of matter at the beginning without a beginning and / or an end, but an endless string of events, endlessly extending throughout the whole of matter, an operation in constant conjunction with the innumerable outside, outside walls of brute naming, or external objects bumped into doctrines of fixed limits, the discourse of lovers as a discourse of lovers, a constellation of objects, thick in layered shades, embroiled always dwellers, always close to obscure, dreaming merging lines on diverging edges, in the pleasure at midnight sharp, where action is the action taken, where the chains no longer imprison, where there is a constant period in time, that is a matter of fact, in the now, being a period in time, filling a blank now, being now being constant, with a connection to the self, being unintelligible to a definition of the disavowing now, constantly installing sediment of then now, in a make believe intelligible constant, with the nonexistent already mentioned, that has no existence, in the shallow of shadows, in the tender canopy of sorrow, wedged in the future viaducts, at the margins, in the venue of morning, in the palm of one’s hand, without resistance or insult, there with a blessing and buds of beginning, in the clarity of hands, in the moment of amino, viewing motion’s emergence, emerging in all actions, in all object’s inner connection, an object of original connection, without origin, a universal action unrecognizable in action, that is an animal action, that is rock in action, or an object action interconnected to the sediment of all action, no sham or quilt, lost on a rock, living with the suffering universe, suffering with the living universe, on a rock in a house, as a dog or teacher, as a double locked-down disconnect, grieving in fearful hunger, immune in the misery of others, living in past present tense on the geography of cross-town traffic, scrawling daily existence in the moment of being, in the connection of being, being without a specific point in time, being cross-town traffic, on a rock in the universe.