requiem masses

    
I have a picture of water and of air – of their confusing bodies;
flat wall-to-wall ; how they are thin ; unable to be torn or broken;

how they develop, make solicitous preparation, and constantly
bear away : out of Parnell, over Muriwai, going North :

which is our direction. How there is an absence in each, loss – of amplitude, 
topography, gargantuan trees that now spout red and drop their flowers – 

a blankness of each under colours not their own, a necklace
of tethered charms resembling birds, (butterfly, flower, ballerina, 

jeweled “Lolita” glasses) bright at a country’s cape come down to a blind road’s 
width or outstretched arm’s. There will be our suspending space :

where my picture’s blacks at night get out, fall on a figure walking
weightlessly (8/12/04) : small, that falters, half-turns, there : at water, in marquisite air.

I have a picture of endless receivers; where the Tasman is reset out
again, at the Pacific; the Pacific is reset back ; and you, Lou, a jet out. 

(from Leigh and Susan)