song 7

a.
John is
A potter, making space from clay
Rowing is
Articulation of disappearance
We are
Many, many
Soul is
The spirit level;
The lone device of our survival with purchase
In each of every future,
In the way that each one of us is plural

When we meet,
We’re lost for a moment, because
We are becoming something new
We are rowing crew
We move on the face of water,
Ardor
His wife. Linda Ankenman:
They met at Purdue

b.
Rowing is articulation.
We are many, many.
Soul is our spirit level,
That device of our survival
That hangs our pictures even
Each one of us is pictured plural
When he met her, when we meet
We are lost for a moment,
Because we are becoming something new.
We are rowing crew

c.
A body is no more precise a location
Than a home, nation, civilization –
Its frame its form is how
The soul makes dinner for the stranger
Articulate
In the way that
We are rowing crew
The way
That nouns go
I never know and then I know
You
This is the motion the nation of the body
In cooperation with all it appears not to be
But you are here
A separate memory stored in each rib
We only ever
Move each other

d.
Science is a give away,
Here comes the world
Anchored uncertainty
Waiting on the water
Face expressing memory
Surface tension is mercy
Cull, pull, skull, trace, the limb-hymnal;
As you move you move me

e.
Silence is
Descriptive
The script of memory
Anchored uncertainty
Waiting like water

As you move you move me

A body is
No more precise a location
Than a home
Its frame, its form is how
The soul makes dinner for the stranger

Articulate
In the way that
We are rowing crew
The way
That nouns go
I never know and then I know
You

We only ever
Move each other
A separate memory stored in each rib

f.
Science is a give away,
Here comes the world
Face expressing memory
Surface tension: mercy
Cull, pull, skull, trace, the limb-hymnal;
This is the motion, the nation of the body
You are here

Rowing is articulation
We are many, many
Soul is our spirit level,
That device of our survival
That hangs our pictures even
We are pictured plural

Becoming something new.
We are rowing crew
His wife. Linda Ankenman:
They met at Purdue

g.
Each one of us is
Lost for a moment,
Because we are
Jars of clay
And proof of our being is our breaking
How to be completely open
Without going away

We are
Many, many
Soul is
Food is
Rowing is
Movement is
Science is
An anchor is
Charity is
She is
There is
We are
Many, many

h.
When he met her, when we meet
We’re lost for a moment, because
We are becoming something new
We are rowing crew

Rowing is
Articulation of disappearance
The spirit level;
The lone device of our survival with purchase
In each of every future,
In the way that each one of us is plural

We move on the face of water,
Ardor
Linda Ankenman
Sons, Alex and Eric
And Ellen, their daughter

prime
Soul is our spirit level,
That device of our survival
That hangs our pictures even
We are pictured plural

When he met her, when we meet
We’re lost we are
Becoming something new
We are rowing crew
Water, ardor
His wife. Linda Ankenman:
They met at Purdue

Cull, pull, skull, trace, the limb-hymnal;
A separate memory stored in each rib

Silence is descriptive;
Verse of memory
Anchored uncertainty
Waiting like water

As you move you move me

Science is a give away,
Here comes the world
Face expressing memory
The tension of mercy

As you move you move me

Soul is, food is, rowing is, movement is
Science is, an anchor is, charity is, she is
We are
Many, many
Linda Ankenman
Sons, Alex and Eric
And Ellen, their daughter

I thought I heard something rip, but it was in me
Be with me
I’m with you

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