Rothko Chapel Sequence

Anthony Hawley

spaces
farther off
are spaces
farther off
spaces
blank
by blank
arranged
for almost
always
ending
arranged for
always
writing

over
throat
about to
say
about to
wear
wide wash
of event
one wakes
in the margins
of error
to see
a hill
is empty

from neon
on the walkway
of all things
intersecting
just repeated
no future
knowledge
one watching
out the window
goes the gutted
window
another
imitation
sparrow

echoes
w/sound
of something
not something
heading
towards
disappearance
towards
ashen
sense of
scene
forget it
the dark

is crowded
w/dark
time
fashioning
glow
of having
once filled
of having once
read of things
about to be
leveled
before
they were
phantom

limbs
endless
absence
filling
frame
unframed
endless
headless
poppy
crowded
w/ violence
another such
stringing
out

of thing
another such
burning
market
such averted
looking
such fitted
quiet
splash goes
the arm
is also
on fire
w/television
dear gunning

citizen
what will
one wear
to war
the waist
outgrows
evening
attire
with barren
squaring
need
to outgrow
always into
someone’s

ongoing money
of what is space
for but money
in the ongoing
flashbulb
age of what is
space but
about to
have been lit
with money
bends to fit
the shape
few trees
vacant

which is to say
the century of looking
as always
at a body
as always to exact
control
century of the eye
cinema too much
century
of wanting
only to look
the negative too
is pleasing
to have seen

hour
by hour
made more
absent made
electronic
revision
to head
as eye
is to all
day lunar light
immures
the looking
system
history

of being taken
by storm
by what
wearing
thin
thing
has in
guests
to eat
fancy
new skin
of never
one’s own
heaps

for the taking
evacuated
room
one’s own
room
of body
filled
curiously
without
a way
to see
without
a way
to cease

lengthening
blackout
continues
to make
what ash
is about
what is ash about
ash-
can
carrying
case
you are in
the bin

in two
isn’t you
completely
held to
folded
sleep
held
to thus
the end
forever
more
border
ever more
ongoing

end is only
air filling
one
watches oneself
to speak
watches
oneself
to sleep
all the gone
matter
the head
one hears
the head
through wind

asks
of anything
an entry
ask as if
to open
remote
bird song
push
remote
bird song
push
so what
the song
so what