III. Imperatrix

 

III. Imperatrix

Indeed, from certain distance, we might recognize an undulating dread,
And movement is produced—Exerting an effort upon itself, the cuboid
Pose that might have developed into an embrace;  incorporating unmanageable
Emotion into  an unfamiliar room, both with the expectancy and exhaustion,
Of Waiting—Overcoats on numbered hooks, they contract into cuirasses, pectoral

Girdles—Degas intended, like the Etruscan sarcophagus, the little dancer for a vitrine.

A year prior to Waiting, for the sixth Impressionist exhibition—Vitrine-based
Installations are cheapened today by scalpels—He acted as bailiff to the girl’s dread.
Sealed that off, too, to spectators—Limbs treated for glass splinters, her flat pectoral
Extinguishes a flame—Other species, in tulle netting, perhaps later became cuboid
Furies for Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion—The blurred scream of exhaustion,
Desire’s vortex, photographs the same—Whether to take one more look by the unmanaged

Switch of a network interface is another question—Proscenia of Bacon’s unmanageable
Subconscious are relevant to us—Of desirability awakened in another, to a butcher’s vitrine  
Then, concluding amputation—Where an avenging bludgeon, or pistol, slips from exhausted
Hands—To the contingency of a night’s work,  a box precedes the vacuum of dreaded
Ages retiring dancers or ironers—The Carboniferous would eventually be laid down again—A cuboid
Build accumulating coal smudges is shorthand for the intactness of characters entering life, pectoral

Fins are all but lacking in Bacon’s lover bent on a coffee table, or highway overpass—The pectoralis
Major receives dual motor innervation, yet I see a fan of muscle for powering wings—Unmanageable,
Empress in whose pomegranate is a compound eye—Waiting’s parasol fixes a younger dancer’s cuboid
Bone, which she cannot attend for a lateral foot pain—Later, the same object shades Bacon’s vitrine—

Another entrenched banker; an awaiting trauma of a piece of meat—We do not always have dreaded
Strength to suffer—Rather, obstructed from asking, Degas did not spy the Opéra backstage—Its exhausted

Corps de ballet, by intermission—Until almost certain of the fear of going blind—On exhausted,
Mirror-grey canvas, George Dyer is doubled over—The loved one is incidental to us—Pectoral
Fins might spring out from the glabrous embryo flesh—Compiling inventories of dreaded

Leavings, where vibrations in the sidereal stream darted through your legs—Unmanageable,
No less dead than sacred fishes[ …] that peopled the waters of primeval Chaos—Through vitrines
Identified to the blood-spattered clinician, or the unreadable jewel case of Salammbô, the cuboid

                                                                                                       
Bone, or entire body, cannot be understood on a mental trapeze—Cuboid, exhausted figures
Intimate the necessary retreat to water—From dreaded, unmanageable temporality,
Which loosens the clasp of the pectoral, and recordless encounter of two bodies with the vitrine.