anna rabinowitz

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AN UNBODIED JOY WHOSE RACE HAS JUST BEGUN

 

1.

 

Then I will deliberate with the bones of earliest memory

And I will revoke fields of sown obligation

I will demand a site-specific locale for the face en face

And I will disarm dialogue with splintered phrase

And I will needle zeitgeist with parody

And I will backdate the check I’m to sign in the morning

And in the evening I will revise the beginning because its end is everywhere

Yes, I will plunder residues to state my case plainly

But I will be ambiguous as the distant horn of the barreling car

 

So, where will you find me, where will you find me

 

2.

 

Yes, I will fly solo to the bones of earliest memory

And I will stow seed revoked from fields sown with obligation

And I will invent cosmic order for the face en face

And I will arm concept with splintered phrase

Yes, I will needle agenda with parody

And I will decode the check I’m to sign in the morning

And in the evening I will emulsify the beginning because the end is everywhere

Then I will plunder dream to state my case plainly

And I will be distant as the horn of the barreling car

 

So, how will you find me, how will you find me

 

3.

 

Yes, I will fly solo to deliberate with the bones of earliest memory

And I will run rife with seed revoked from fields of sown obligation

And I will make actual a site-specific, cosmic order for the face en face

And I will disarm concept with the dialogue of splintered phrase

Yes, I will needle agenda with the zeitgeist of parody

Then I will backdate the recurrent code of the vintage check I’m to sign in the

              morning

And in the evening I will revise the emulsified beginning beginning to end

And I will plunder dreamy residues to state my case plainly

And I will be beholder beheld, ambiguous as the strident warning of the distant

              horn of the barreling car

 

Try to find me, try to find me, try to find me

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