V. Les consignes [en cas d'incendie]

V. Les consignes [en cas d'incendie]

Smoke is restricted here—Enriched by Torpedo, the divine orders
Of nicotinic acetylcholine receptors—Five-subunit knots used to hold

Cords together, for exciting stages of it, before the shortest of Psalms—

A cell’s inscription—The bar trafficked in double folio; Casanova reflected the lead

Roof—Composure itself; an inconstant moon’s fullness remaking new tools—

John Evelyn’s entry (1640), melting lead running down the streets—St. Paul’s dome

Encasing the incendiary device; smothered on the Stone Gallery (1940)—The dome,
Hiroshima, August 6, 1945—Wakefulness in a tiny room; demolitions ordered
The Great Fire (c.1947), whose Imperial Naval Academy is distorted by a painter’s tools,

Panorama from Giudecca—Reserved in Guerlain’s Mitsuoko (1919), or a bright child holding
Her doomed British naval officer; the ripe peach then oakmoss dry down, a psalm

Uttered to us by 7-nicotinic acetylcholine receptors (a7) in the olfactory bulb—Associative leads

In a novel for travel, for waiting, with neurotransmitter to furnish the formal leads—

A yellow staining of fingers; nicotine moves embryonic caissons before innervation—A dome

Consecrated to all Gods; its poured concrete fortified by ashes—Rewound in marriage, Psalm 45—
For synapse, or conjunction, where the groups of people bar the way, la luna calante orders
The temperate earthstar to fire its spores—Excitatory and inhibitory spurs on hand-tooled

End plates impressing costs with refinement—Casanova’s snuff from the civet; its musk holding

Jaguars to camera traps—We covet their terminals; incisive ducts beyond the palate holding

Welding heat and synchrony—Areas passed over bristling furniture in the blackout, and lead

By Orion and the Pleiades, Berenice’s Hair—Pinpoints that would go out one by one, with tools

Imprinting apertures to near-complete saturation; senselessness—Conflagration in the Domus
Aurea; at risk of becoming an appendage of public works, neural infiltrate of the psalmist

Condensing the body exclusive of all others—All speech is an exposure, and the ordered

Suffer this tendency most; retraced down to the final fleshly inch—Texts at our marching orders

Feather of lead, bright smoke spun into radiation shielding and beta particles—Holding

Inhaled smoke, our lips drawing off the unguents—Sights of exiled streets and rooftops, the 5^th psalm

Make your way straight before me—Dispersed in our own steam; nevertheless, being lead

By a silent concentration, a ligand-induced acetylene; tolerance and dependency our tools—

Isolated on the post-synaptic membrane, to wheel again in a brazen sea—Climbing the Dome’s

528 steps to the Golden Gallery, Casanova held the Bucintoro (1763)—Monstrances of pleasure domes,

Hostesses; each precarious performance—The ox-centaur’s Marriage with the Sea ordered

By the moon, my faithful witness—Retiring the last 14 years at Schloss Dux, among long-discounted tools
Of a memoirist, Casanova died the year (1789) the last ship was stripped of its gilt; no longer holding

Ceremony at Ascension—Sprinkle me with hyssop, and I will be clean—The readymade psalm
Clamped by opiates—Caffeine and nicotine electrify the flocking domes taking our palms’ lead

In working memory, a sense of emancipation, firing each rebuilt dome—Lead as by drowning,

Rattling thoughtlessly of split axons, as if these tools all but hold ramparts of our certainty—

Ordering outrage or lost epistles, when we should be read as a psalm—Reality was a wet thick thing alive in her mouth.