Camille Martin – secret tilts

Camille Martin

secret tilts

what could it mean contingent upon a painting or a phonograph’s pronouns coming to grips in the absence of sensory fruit as if they were not in the sense of great foggy homes with anorexic mice * * * scribbled azure woodcock its mission, yon pined earth murmur with weary field clear delight sweet chances holy by vale choice liberty afloat    invent    melt    now sea harbor plunging naked in the bright blue day day blue bright in the naked plunge * * * noon lifts noon at light new-appearing sacred adores light & now mortals reeleth new homage in the way of outgoing pilgrimage lest another clear tract of the only way spinning & rolling cold clear silent star dreamless * * * childhood sojourn heavy breeze tower dwelling shower felling gentle strewn water gulf kindly garden chorus town beryls westward ivory sky gurgles wall dim pall dreamy bats clicking dusk * * * here & there motley truth now grind newer grind next to most most false gladly otherwise otherwise coin frames the scene, spurs on the scene ten times ten crowns shadows wall complicit with door * * * secret tilts into a widespread anything happily happenstance word betrays the shift & tether of failures failing to lure to the wreck flowerbeds & splendid punctures punctual paths trace letters curling & sinking through erratic waves wavering between incidental & corrosive, swimming into a concept of dawn dawn’s diamond dust consists of a simple equation of letters & rocks rocklike in the happy failed punctures in waves of dawn

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