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