TO THE RIDDLES
as you sew using the needle, its thread gets shorter.
grass that is heavy with morning dew bends over.
when sleep rubs against thought the head buzzes.
when a leaf flies away, it never comes back.
a clock tells the time although it has never been to school.
the wheels never catch up although they keep chasing each other.
when you eat you never miss your mouth even in the dark.
the black horse was consuming a version of itself, the green horse.
birds were the pipes through which this music was conveyed.
a willow tries on a new dress once a year.
nothing is as long as the grave, even though you could leap over it.
even after we hook them into sentences, some fall away.
my bones are covered in ghost.
a gradual erasure of anything that does not make sense
are angels of history faces pointed into the rear-view mirror
puzzling remains of a history too big to see
is the discourse of history
is a novel that does not have a last page
more passive than history
the history according to its process
the forest a tree’s sense of history is persuasive
world is a sponge for history
history there are no moments
is a secret device for inhabiting clouds
sunflowers, weary of history
pressure of history the stones band together
the length of the rope that connects us to the end of history
road is as long as a dream or as short as a memory
has a concession-stand in the pavilion of dreams
reason we don’t remember most dreams is most are untranslatable
is just the surface of the dream
medium of the dream is time
recount dreams in the present because we can’t catch them
up each dream against capital
are dreamed by the edge of thought
I can dream up to about one star in Halliwell
closed book recounts the dream of a windblown tree
have to pay for dream-crimes in daylight
I cycle to work everything else follows as a recurrent dream
each thought has passed a brain the frightening dreams resume
lives are perfected in dreams but perfect lives are subject to flaw
forms the kind of pattern historians dream about
come these dreams hold in place
accrue through life a charge of dream
the context of the dream I am pleased with this thought