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Jesse Seldess

Jesse Seldess is the author of Several Rotations (2019), Left Having (2011), Who Opens (2006), and several chapbooks. From 2001 to 2012, he edited and published the international journal of writing, music, and performance Antennae, and from 2003 to 2007, he co-curated the Chicago reading and performance series Discrete Series with Kerri Sonnenberg. He lives in Brooklyn, NY.

If


And he grabbed the cup as he flew up and up and up and over the top of the Milky Way in the night kitchen.

– Maurice Sendak, In the Night Kitchen







But my not feeling the memory inside 

between the preambles


in that I cannot remember 

Tomorrow


deep into pathways from repeated travels










out in the snow



I had me a vision



washed by my memory


embodied with a little reason

I can see values falling


I came back to me










So I find myself at home

while wrapped in static

off the edge of the world

with a latency last night



Falling from this distance


Out of remnants of later pages


over the long line up in the sky


The long time I had a vision










One day there is direction


as far back as my history heard

firing and connecting somewhere



Face falling off the edge of the face


off the end of the world


walking from home along the measure



the long time I was accounting

Then fall then summer

On the timeline I was on

I could consume the dream










If I step on the edge

And reach up the screen

to see the sunrise


dawn formerly nights

in the face that I have



What I do in my leisure


with my ways to the ends

off the end


I take it out in the snow fall

of my actions

standing in memory


aligned or not with my interests

But to me directly










So I go back

the other end of elections 

reminding myself

from repeated travels



literally move

the contours


phrase them

to be before the sun


fibers 

wireless

past pathways

the sky

and my heart rate










I brought my count down

I watch a movie

without really agreeing

in the act of needing


the other end dawn

without really breaking


I can't help waiting

without really speaking

which is like sleep

without really branding

without really binding myself 

without really binding










So I back up

until my purpose up in the sky

when I move

high up in the internet 

erodes

the impulse for my own purposes


variegated reflected retroactive reactive light

from which to step off










In the inflected refracted retroactive reactive light

out in the snow



I turn not sad exactly

out of remnant ages

live connections

before the sun

isn't available


Visible or 

Regrettable or


Reliable or 

Revisitable or 

Revisable or


Divisible or 

Attributable or 

Assimilable










It's morning


If I store excess

the other end of actions



and learn to point where I am 

asynchronous

in a sharp turn



and bend and relive gravity

My purpose up in the sky

on a day


from no one point










I keep turning

to learn back

which is like

I ask say


for the duration of answers

I use

the prospects there already



for the length of the sun


in advance

of the afternoon


under the grasp

what literally moved

to the other end

One day










If I step over the edge

in the timeline


the sky

void


Being known

in a sharp downward turn


in the form visible

Blue sky

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