XIX. Respirons la douceur de vivre

XIX. Respirons la douceur de vivre

ADA: Clarice (1977), on her patio, inspects the horizon seam's kilometers of polarized air, and is surprised to hear
Cervical cancer, by an endemic virus—Startled less by the prediction of the tsunami
In two days than substantiated report of the death in the Graceland Mansion (August 16, 1977); on the Sunda Islands—
Spending more time Stateside, since conscripted into a DoD programmable language; she adds, for promulgation of war than cures—
Omniscience affords disclosing the tumor suppressor gene (p53) eroding off the replication cogwheels, where 8000 viral base
Pairs trigger a transcriptional cascade—Sculpting the epidermal linings into roseate eruptions—Sainthood

CLARICE: Striking the organ most used, when the self is most unreachable; safe to assume this sainthood
Was not contracted from a dog, unlike those nuns—Crass jokes are overheard
Transpirations of the ka's pyramid, the last word will be the fourth dimension—Angela forms the base
Of a third yet unsolved (m)other, a half-sister of Herodotos, assuming three-vector tsunami
Landslide bathymetry, which has befallen the same exemptions of tripartite time—Pancreatic islets,
And their three, Greek cell lines mature in a fetus, whose insatiable hunger exogenous insulin cannot cure—

ADA: Consolation, in your novel dedicated to the Schumanns, which is soon to be published—Profound regret of one's birth as a cure
For Mania, your mother; each of us begetting three ourselves, the humiliating sainthood
Next to the planned obsolescence—Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes—Incising the islands
On the block lino, the message from Gilbert Peyre's automatons, many of birds—Hear
The direct and two-way flow of electricity excommunicated from the body, in spite of the base
Wire's movements, which cannot compete with the acid-etched Satinato, the table's humid oasis, of the blue Murano vase, whose essence is a tsunami—

CLARICE: The thing possessed as a substitution for the body, with its synthetic hexagrams, outpourings akin to the Vajont Dam tsunami (1963)
Noted for its proximity to Venice, where he fled from Augusta Leigh, with half-sister Medora (1814)—The Corsair (1814) predating  his death in Greece by ten years (1824); the cure

Of the account as a read-only punchcard (X)—Having to add for your diagnosis; unceremonious, as the warts on Ulysses, my dog, howling at this highrise’s bass

Transmissions—Restful, if deaf, after the revolutions of Beethoven’s The Consecration of a House (1822); opening the Josefstadt, the oldest still performing  Viennese theater—Without hastening sainthood’s

Restive matchsticks, and sighting your face as a stamp on those Microsoft products, accept this offer of the best view from a concrete island—

A blue-naped chlorophonia nest, with startling prisms of detector souls, in my geranium—For a daily bayonet of banana; otherwise, seen but not heard

ADA: Dickens, an incurable epileptic, read at my much delayed death (November 27, 1852), as a talking, walking, wondering Dombey (1846)—Mother, who thought it best, left my rainbow sonnet off my epitaph, and hearing
Of the Hucknall burial next to my father, did not attend—Even not properly one’s own, in illness, when friends disperse; nevertheless, there is the exhilarating drawback before the tsunami’s
Broken mirrors and refracted spray—That is, the Brewster kaleidoscope (1816), and mention of the third visible condensation, the just-written phosphorescent ampoules; serrated release into bluish clouds, as by a mouth, cohering into the island
Of Paphos—Whose native reflection is a metallurgist's, as the ribbed aluminum lined with your national press columns; or, my incurably
Sobering plait of nerves two warps pulled down and cut, of my tutor's hand—Staring into the threadbare court carpet at the base
Of the piano, she enlarges upon their staccato of ground, on my mother's perpendiculars satisfying the outrage of being brought back, from elopement (1832)—From reading Conway's itinerary of Dürer (1889), with a later engraving of a Blue Roller Wing (1512) come to live in me, as inarticulate sainthood—

CLARICE: Grace from inferences of time; however sketchily drawn, are insistent, and breathtaking—Sainthood's
Resistance to mental hygiene; Rilke spent ten years; first, in Trieste, and then in a Swiss fortress, to find ten elegies of things he might recognize (1912-1923; 1920)—Who, if I cried out, would hear
The first begins, and like your Bernoulli's square pyramidal numbers, where an airfoil was put down, as the basis
Of an sound education, annunciates—Writing a single line is enough to save your own heart; making Angela declare, and the stunned alpine tsunami's
Coordinates are loomed into the Fifth Elegy's harlequin ape grimacing to command, where the rose of watching momentarily encloses, until this island
Of scoured coral sand reappears beneath our trembling feet—Before it can be lifted again by careless winds, we survey a winding family of saltimbanques (1905); taking the most cure

From knowing where they fall, a surefooted sainthood, or a hierarchy of angels, to describe to us happiness, in the picture's child of the tender ape, and awareness of cured
Sunlight, by the chalk of their hands—At the base of a mistral blasting for two days, Rilke finishes Sonnets to Orpheus and Elegies (February 9-11, 1922), and the locking gears of Muzot release a tsunami
Heard, and reviving the remotest islands of ourselves, the Tenth Elegy's clear, shining M / that stands for Mothers—