the deadness of deafness, the soft burley beats
a shifting to alcoves of flows and deceit
inside monumentals that buttress routine

A capital method – to seek is to glean:
a cage is a window and its pane is a place

Ahead metal weather leaves its deep trace
a manner of being, of rushing for a pace

A haphazard exit, a flame-like transition
that births me to comfort, to forgo my mission

written during an audio walk tour through the CFC main house and around the grounds

Cremated instructions defy not-time
to capture the death of the Births in mime.
This anti-memory, in a houseless window,
giving in to no body, no evidence.

Summoning itself before it was, the phrase
verbed without compliment until
the motion’s shape died.

Written at a concert by the experimental noise band, The Gravatons/Jack Vorvis during Nuit Blanche, a Toronto art fest.