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Simon Collings

how then suggest

hidden somewhere as fit
for fragments
a semblance of outline
doubt referred
where a line might hold
a bulwark, tentative
‘this’ as possibility
or however subtracted
the gaps the same
determining a pattern
of precarious tenure
the horizontal anticipates
if nothing will add
once lost, echoes
thus an allegiance of
into its vagrant search


was simply the choice of
signalling to us
the import here eludes
when leaned on formally
reflex extending
settlement masking a discord
how then suggest
by non-ritual gestures
if in this we can see
the pleasure mediated
configurations of
a departure hence
founded on avoidance
no avowal, on for when

aspects, with haziness

this search for form
of restitution
not simply the discovery
of superimpositions
as we search our bearings
united only within limits
barely, if narrowed
to the laying of
which here defines
reportings cast to chance
a progression out
of casual judgements
and might quickly then
for what balance
elaborates this further


as by resisting all figures
if not as speech
but also mistaking
might uncover how
our calculus the territory of
a landscape feature
aspects, with haziness
allusions falling silent
as incitement to context
attention a given
this point a universe
reaction a distribution
confusing parallels
traced by a series of clues
yet still inhabiting

point as evidence

rumours, reached that
and that’s a sleep
with ease, suggests terrain
we least that others
have, or listening
is fluid and like completing
looks and moves on
the purpose to this other
a marking of
it all points there
the unreliable ‘we’
way around must
needs evolving, a process
rooted always


or endlessly reconfiguring
field clearly there
no object so charted, the path
serves as viewpoint
as work we do unforced
point as evidence
some sort of a whole
a suspended system has
suddenly unfamiliar
or leading simply
arching, it goes on
point, not recognised as
the trail, guide to some
here, only the each
of feeling that, there

copyright © Simon Collings, 2019


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