from Control
by Aiden Farrell
control intends.
meanwhile—a tree bends. it suffers nothing and gains nothing.
its perspective exerts nothing to a wind of the hollowed-out
garden bed. the gardener frozen in a thicket—
waiting for thaw. alienation is along the word. otherwise
speaks a mathematics that corrects the blade
in a stretch of grass—stretching. the wooden cupboard
of a room forgets how to bend
but for swinging open at
a finger’s pull. there is a thought
that folds from the tablecloth retrieved from said cupboard.
said cupboard exists in glimpses. its room
advances via the subordinations of its user whereby
control intends.
desire calms to now. priorly caught off guard by a mistake
as unannounced as a view past a window. that which dares
warp pure envy. expression as in movement. expression
as in preconception. as in the effect of something so natural
as to be defined by the number of times it has been touched.
a rock in a simple desert.
roll over.
roll over rock.
loose pride keeps the war ticking. not all kinds.
the distinction lasts a while but its application might not. efforts
to see less of the other. to see less. the conditions
for which it will matter ruminate—live in a lean-to by the bridge—
watching the river’s constant release. people together ostracize
the moment this describes. mistake as a condition of being
has infinite faces. correctness shaves everything down to one.
familiarity
deems fact with what is common plus faith.
can differences be reconciled with discourse
though discourse articulates
a difference consequential
with articulation. the treasure
therein is unfortuitous—resists documentation. fact
is neither immodest nor polite and certainly not patriotic until
drawn and brandished opportunistically. truth lacks the substance
to fulfill any of this—the graveyard of a caved-in church on a hill
in gray. abandoned locations are a beautiful fetish.
stillness paints a picture.
its relief from time remains incomplete. still
miles to go. on an empty street corner—
a wind unobstructed. nothing interrupted.
scraps of thoughtlessness become thought—left to fend for itself
in offspring of color. thought begets the elsewheres language talks
about. like skin as air’s negative the elsewheres of which no one
has yet thought circumvent control. objects fragment at the swing
of a door—slowly. miles to go. elsewhere can be right here.
actually—it is. practically—it is not.
what is potentially true is not determined by practicality.
it is not determined. it is not
an interactive
video game. it is not a reuben
sandwich. it has nothing to do with
a reuben sandwich except that it is made of ingredients. it is
unavailable. it has taken vows.
“actually” corresponds to control insofar as judgment.
as in nevermind. that’s the important stuff—stuff
that crawls sweaty into bed—sticking to sheets. to inherit is to be told
what isn’t. second by second crowds of pink plastic
shopping bags. a room resonates all at once
with the many things it could contain.
a vase—ashtray—
bookcase—space— chair—space—
full of miles.
appearance makes a move on a backdrop of sky.
appearance obliges. appearance is a stock broker. either this
or there are only consumers. the framing business
is booming. they make a series of deductions—
see to the necessary adjustments and contentions.
outside convokes the surrounding material to its gown
of day and night. an interpretation’s worth of belief awaits
its syringe. it is ever enough. walking out the door
whittles down to winter.
in winter
there is no more space. there is less in winter of light.
control can be touched. a vessel submits to appearance.
appearance takes a shape complimentary to submission.
this and this. so on.
blank frames on the wall.
control says no.
no one is the same. nor one thing.
the avant garde is a spectrum of yesterdays. no one knows
how it is doing. everyone is the same in this manner. control has
an intern in pavement. pavement
and soil were friends—they don’t speak anymore.
no one sees this. everyone walks across it.
conversations people are not having consist of the potential to be
had. unused language in a storage facility. change is
dictating an irrational physics. intention takes up room in time.
the falling into place of glass coke bottles. one thing is all
the potential everyone will ever need.
math is given to it.
formulas described.
language takes an empty night bus to the store where only one
register is available. it purchases a plunger. futuristically speaking.
a man moves to America to control himself
in the late 1800s. many novels are written.
