Caryl Pagel

 

 

 

A Plain-Stage

 

Right home

fine show cannot be found

 

in this series

plot

 

domestic tricks

 

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It's sick

how today I made you stay

with me

inside my made scene

 

acting

as if a source—

 

 

Fox

Silo

Field

 

 

 

Place revisits me

 

revisits me

 

 

unprompted

 

 

 

 

 

Look—

plain the moments lie

 

 

un-momentous until

I till

I manhandle

I mutate real

 

to lead role

 

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The scene finished—

a surrender

 

 

Through the farm-scene I explain—words

lose my mind

mask my mine

 

Make all action toward a single

solid great act

 

toward a singularly strange pose: Working

 

 

 

 

 

The script reads you

were cast after much thought

 

out of light

 

Direction was lack

 

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Listen—

 

From center-stage an address—

 

echo cuing echo

 

 

 

I swear the sound

it cures me

 

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How true pretend

without return

to the already made-place—

 

mined

 

Dramatic read: Mine

 

growing always more

undue familiar

 

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Cast out

you plead for new set

 

new home

new lines

new light

 

 

 

I hear

and try mend it

 

show only this version

 

 

 

 

Copy (Out Of Flame a Falsified Images Rises To)

 

Out of flame

a falsified image rises to

the Thief: light. I see

 

there is no private

property. I damage

to prove thought carries

 

guilt in its missing—a

debt. The large eye (pure

white) decays.

 

I hope to take no more

than a quest

of darkness.