making_movies_called_lives
()
(
we
live
and
collect
and
cast
away
and
filter
and
wander
and
erode
and
slide
and
order
and
swim
and
elude
and
shelter
and
create
and
winter
and
flower
and
rend
and
shape
and
live
in
a
vast
and
terrible
universe
of
our
own
making
and
stops
)
041219
...
(z)
(
over
the
sand
of
time
and
all
winter
hours
are
cast
the
tailings
of
worn
lives
broken
and
winter
finds
all
meaning
buried
and
frozen
after
water
lifts
and
washes
over
all
sinking
doubt
the
detritus
of
dreams
and
tropical
fruit
decay
in
buzzing
silence
under
sun
and
freindless
sky
old
and
bleached
away
and
stops
)
050128
...
z
in
passing
the
clouds
of
day
desist
any
great
safety
of
grayness
is
silenced
of
frozen
resistance
in
the
frothed
and
tortured
waters
as
detritus
drifts
down
and
the
endless
cycle
is
renewed
lasting
and
stops
050210
...
z
and
stops
050514
...
z
oh
,
and
the
shadows
crawl
with
flattened
volumes
each
and
the
unfinished
strokes
of
motions
taken
after
the
way
is
closed
and
the
sun
sings
set
over
an
empty
alley
fills
and
the
midnight
dance
of
sameness
spins
before
the
eyes
unseeing
in
the
past
of
all
future
days
and
i
am
blinded
to
the
day
and
day
and
day
of
moments
yet
to
come
when
the
night
is
all
around
and
shadows
are
all
one
pressing
on
my
eye
in
dark
that
is
un
broken
and
stops
050805
...
Doar
all
the
stages
in
world
cannot
make
an
actor
.
050806
...
Doar
all
the
stages
in
the
world
cannot
make
an
actor
.
050806
...
zeke
under
things
things
move
making
movies
of
scraps
and
lint
in
the
forever
of
silences
and
the
dim
i
say
nothing
(
nothings
said
become
eloquences)
and
looking
see
events
in
the
stillness
and
the
dim
rapture
claims
all
i
cannot
see
at
all
now
and
the
silence
is
an
ocean
shading
blue
soaked
drifting
and
the
dim
and
stops
051118
...
nom
making
movies
called
lives
061017
...
()
(
and
sleeping
through
the
slow
parts
, undeterred
by
rabbit
senses
the
tremulous
reach
of
inevitable
showers
in
the
waste
side
ditches
the
time
deserts
and
over
flowing
flowers
of
scatter
shot
truths
about
maybe
or
sometimes
promises
of
knowing
the
futures portent
of
no
place
that
it's
whisper
ghosts
afire
and
stops
. )
061018
...
()
(
the
past
of
elephantine richness
over
tossed
platitudes
in
dark
crystal
goblet
under
the
light
of
far
stars
after
thousands
pass
and
look
down
into
the
waiting
of
all
well
dipped
sloshing
until
i
pass
myself
and
look
upon
eye
-weary washings
and
scent
of
trail
under
hot
hot
passing
overhead
and
i
am
lost
in
my
house
under
total
blankness
of
purpose
and
stops
)
090319
...
()
()
141211
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