Caryl Pagel
A Plain-Stage
Right home
fine show cannot be found
in this series
plot
domestic tricks
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It's sick
how today I made you stay
with me
inside my made scene
acting
as if a source—
Fox
Silo
Field
Place revisits me
revisits me
unprompted
Look—
plain the moments lie
un-momentous until
I till
I manhandle
I mutate real
to lead role
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The scene finished—
a surrender
Through the farm-scene I explain—words
lose my mind
mask my mine
Make all action toward a single
solid great act
toward a singularly strange pose: Working
The script reads you
were cast after much thought
out of light
Direction was lack
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Listen—
From center-stage an address—
echo cuing echo
I swear the sound
it cures me
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How true pretend
without return
to the already made-place—
mined
Dramatic read: Mine
growing always more
undue familiar
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Cast out
you plead for new set
new home
new lines
new light
I hear
and try mend it
show only this version
Copy (Out Of Flame a Falsified Images Rises To)
Out of flame
a falsified image rises to
the Thief: light. I see
there is no private
property. I damage
to prove thought carries
guilt in its missing—a
debt. The large eye (pure
white) decays.
I hope to take no more
than a quest
of darkness.