006.3: Andrew K. Peterson:: Part III from Bonjour Meriwether and the Rabid Maps 006

"we in nature’s infinite secrecy, what little can we read"

Part III


What do I keep lyric?

What tree to climb to instigate interrogating change. What common look to marinate and beat. What common meat. What common uncrossed thigh and hair of breast to beast. What comes what next embalmed woodpecker of my heart do fly onto what silver, back what uncommon cheek what bed leaves, what bed, what where, what hair, what common leg let we share, what common sigh, what common sign, what common sign, what
wooded wave in light


What common name
what common ground
what common touch
what common fence
what common place
what common plan
what common man
what do we have in common?

What common knowledge
what common factor
what common cold
what common chord

what common good
what do I have in common?

What common council
what common carrier
what common denominator
what Common Era
what common law
what do you have in common?

What common aim
what common gender
what common market
what common measure
what common log
what does it have in common?

What common book
what Common Prayer
what common rat
what common room
what common house
what do they have in common?

What common salt
what common brand
what common stock
what common time
what common noun
what do we have that’s common?

What common soldier
what common fence

what common moon
what common wheel
what commonwealth
what do we have that’s common?


We in separate pleasure discover
all tranquility
we in commonest tongues
we set out this morning, late into air’s tobacco-gulls
we without anchor a band on the seas
we pass above the mouth one mouth we are also plenty

we falling a little, round a bend,
wind in the after part

we talk violet light track opposite highest rose

we contain all in all veins of timbre
we close as near as together inhabited pursuits of other
we a cloudy morning nearby tired found cover shallow
we are obliged, a league
form uneven hills
bald, a common country

we who “resist ideas extinction

we woolly mammoths graze hidden o’er the land

we in nature’s infinite secrecy, what little can we read

we sounds in this nameless nation