from Left Having
Which would not be grown together
That one foot now is one foot then
And would not be grouped further
Regardless of the research that had been done
But what happened was further
And would not be grouped together
That what happened would not be further
And would not be grouped together
And further
Churning around with everything else
That could not be grouped together
That had a name called in the cold air
Regardless of the distance left rising further
Regardless the insistence left rising further
And a name was called in the cold air
Regardless the distance of the sun
Left rising again further and unraveling further
And names were called in the cold air
Regardless of the distance from the sun
Left rising further and unraveling further
And one name now was one name then
And they unraveled further and further
From their names left rising in the cold air
And names were left rising and unraveling
Or names left rising and unraveling in the cold air
Or names called either in the winter air
Which left them rising and unraveling
And they unraveled further and further
Or the phone ringing or by writing it down
Which words are strung together
When words are strung together
Stringing the words together to keep warm
Or by writing strings the words together
Or my writing strings the words together
If I left the ending for you
And not stopping but the echo answering
In the one room
And not stopping when it really stopped
Rising which left steam dissipating
Which left an echo
And had been called either in the cold winter air
Appearing with each syllable
To another region to be left behind
That a line had been written
Or that a foot left an impact on the ground
From everything else
The ending that churned around with everything else
And it was further and further behind
That a line had been written to describe the ending
Growing colder when further and further
And it was further and further behind
That describe the ending
The ending that churned around with everything else
At a safe distance from everything else
And while speaking out a focused world
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Jesse Seldess recently relocated to Brooklyn from Karlsruhe, Germany. He is the author of two books, Left Having (Kenning Editions, 2011) and Who Opens (Kenning Editions, 2006), as well as chapbooks on Hand Held Editions, Instance Press, Answer Tag Press, and the Chicago Poetry Project Press. His work has recently appeared in the journals Jacket, Little Red Leaves, and out of nothing. Since 2001, he has edited and published Antennae (http://www.antennae-journal.com), a journal of experimental writing and language-based performance and music scores.