They moved across the screen like a computer simulation.
They moved across the screen like complex models & we learned
to call this a nature show.
Animals but set in gray shades for video capture with a lighter area for
the face.
Almost white they moved across the screen like a compressed
meditation.
But the song was never familiar.
Because this was the only room this was the only room where we
undressed — :
that was the plot.
They moved across the screen across the room but it was not happening
to us.
The image burning in.
Coated with hair & then a lighter area for the face meaning exposed
skin.
We have learned to wear the architecture despite the sky’ s numerous
advances.
All these things — the speed & the music & the room — happened but
not enough.
We undressed in the room we could not take off where I handcuffed
you to the story.
This is the work of the brain — itself a bloody spring or electric wire
wrapped in ripe gray gauze —
you like it.
(2 lobes resembling the holy tablets delivered into the veldt’ s dry
speed — the Laws
prefigured in the neutral network’ s burning thicket.)
They moved across the screen howling but the sound turned down.
This happened over & over again — the blue light leaking into the
room like sand.
Burning into the brain in a finery of filamental fire.
The Laws which do not unravel into noise & make a kind of story of
kinked plot
which can’ t be straightened like a motel wire
hanger looped around your wrists.
The loop like a computer simulation — the thought of the thought —
the image burning in now.
We began to understand what they were — :
the Thou & the shalt & the not