Fishing as Impenetrable Stray

Will Alexander

Perhaps I fish by carnivorous scorpion

by integument as glutenous rash

breathing day after day formalistic dilation

& I argue to my dark phyletic

that these Hydrophidae that I hunt

exist like a fever of rural ophidians

I attempt no belletristic index

no formula which blandly contains the hideous

the corpse as biological malfunction

like a signal

or astrological corruption as vault

I cannot assume

any sabbatical of existence

any buried or revealed origination

which swims with a singular logic

in a bloodless lagoon

or a gallery of salt

of course signals emit from Globerigina

like the moon during every phase

as a fabulous cabana

as an occulted lightning domain

each anarchic wave

each voice from aboriginal voids

as an eclipse

as a solar alteration

with the precipitous intent

of a geometric sorcery

with the turbulence of diamonds

brought into view

by dialectical exertion

I fish by thievery

by subduction & germination

where during cerulean audibility

I am engulfed by dormition

where each nuanced gesture in dreaming

evaporates & cleanses

every molecule

every tense rhumatic oar

as regards bodily survival as mass

as a star above a brutish hamlet

full of jealousy

coldness

& fear

the sun

never a demonstrable enclave

or a stable which opens cataracts

to syllabic germination & verbs

at times

I fish by prejudgment

by a nautical disposition hostile to any form which divides me

which makes me parochial by means of standard spectral division

my wandering

an invincible isometric

like a powerful exclusivity

a fortitude

which surmounts the opaque patois of the elect

those secondary monarchs

listed upon scrolls as initiates sworn to the primeval

for me

a cold irrelevant posture

an illusionistic vectitude

which can no longer be part

of spontaneous living engagement

I cannot see myself

as he who exists

who carries ranges in his fingers

which erupts upon second seeing

into a dismal & unfructifying grace

perhaps a synapse

a bribery

a fall into the whispers stunned with the anti-oracular

if I voyaged on Uranus

if I gave to myself the powers of a runic musical pole

I would explore remnants which select from themselves secrecies

unconceived diameters

with language

which utterly de-exists

degree by electrical degree

subverting customs

which will never approach the magnetic realms of the haflon

I am gazing through myself

for non-local starlight

for riddles

for galaxies

alien

& supercessional with zodiacs

& so

I never dwell on options

on paralytic reprives

within a motion rendered by a mind enslaved to theoretical

connivance

I mean a science whose motions that says I cannot exist

which claims itself unshatterable

absolved of pure correction or motion

as to masters

I have none

I fish as a stray

as a survivor who constructs his sigil by superior perplexity

at the same time attempting a ghostly deliverance from matter

from normal convection as it spins through zones of extremis

pointless as to tabloid probings in Rome

I am a stray wandering in the Indian water mass

slaying Hydrophidae by spells

an ocean condensed by refusal

of aromatic juvenilia

which has never existed by love of war

or dark Eudoxian gatherings

but as flight

as floating chimerical compost

like a navigator’s puzzle

inscripted

on certain methane tablets in Kemet