Nothing Moves Without Sign
Nothing moves without sign
Nothing moves without me
When filled I point the way
When empty nothing moves me
I have two skins, one within
Nothing moves without my cha-cha gloves
my winter badger’s rabbit stole
I was once flesh and blood
Now I'm skin and bone
This is for teachers
for trees, for rabbit stoles
Nothing moves like a Mustang Sign
Nothing moves without money
Nothing happens until something moves
Nothing happens until one thing moves
Nothing moves without moving
without an old and well-articulated theory of moving
And you can be sure that soon you will have outgrown
this place you're in, and nothing looks less like nights without friends
than a strong and basic
dividend of skin
Nothing moves without sign and that's why we watch
a tree, a rabbit stole, and so
nothing moves without our "Nothing Moves Without You"
ceremony, where we are finally our own
powerful and unique
Nothing moves faster than the speed of light
— False. Nothing moves faster
than a girl untagging herself from a photo
that she thinks makes her look fat
Send a sign that you are an extrovert to
23 witnesses, even though No One said hi
Not even a tree, not one rabbit stole
This is the way
This is the absent aim
When you are empty nothing moves
When you have two skins and one is within
nothing moves and so you tell it to You
with indirect tension
When you are filled you point the way to where You is
when you are empty
Nothing moves and you have two skins?
Are you a windsock?
When I am filled I point the way when I'm empty
nothing moves
It's hard to place exactly what, but
“You” is missing something
Maybe a very brief cameo in
"Entropy: No Meaning Is Also an Answer"
is the answer?
It is neither the log nor the river that moves
The moving is You thinking
for without the thought of You nothing moves
Nothing moves until You moves it to the place where You
is the ancient brazen history of moving
Only the money is moving — it is leaving
So stop smiling, be still, don't let nothing move
without You moving it first
through the world, where things are happening to You and by You
and there is nothing to do, nothing to say, no strategy to try
only the same signs, the same people apply and they’ll be here again
next time
because You is a disturbing and challenging accomplishment and what's so great about
You is that
You cannot be created from nothing or reduced to nothing
Take a log from a moving river
apply it burning from the fireplace to our current lives and
NO CHANGE will occur unless You itself moves it
An applied constraint is not always You’s friend
There are clues all over life, signs that point, and only
a You of nothing can move itself
When you are filled, You points the way
and thus you are only a bulk beneath feldspar fields
not even a tree
What am you?
You am lost — the lost city of Ubar
Atlantis of the Sands
There is no You going, only You moving
and there’s no No moving either
No just is
No is forever
No pain, No signs of time, and so those without ideas of No
incur the unhappy penalties reserved for those upon whom nothing moves
They are bobbing up near the sea kelp
sometimes upside down or sideways
near the holdfast at the base of the tree
by the rabbit stole
Three silhouettes on the horizon
moving slowly and meticulously upwind
Their gas-filled sacs are called “swims”
If there are No movers, then nothing can be said to move, yet things do move and so
therefore No cannot be an infinite series of moves as that entails
No movement
Except a weasel with a people coat
and a marten with a rabbit stole
who move from source to receiver in wave motion
through the remote northern forests of Vermont
looking as if they are holding their breath
One takes to the hills, bewildered, while the other
stands sentinel for its colony
barely breathing
Does the medium with which a weasel travels move with the weasel?
What if the source is not moving towards, but away?
Yes your retarded ass Signed Up for the
“No Meaning Is Also An Answer” seminar
In the on-going cycle of life and death, the marten will eat its fill, then store
the rabbit stole for Future Us
A badger is No Body’s fool
but the swift red squirrel will have to run for its life
for its rabbit stole
View the artwork of a weasel?
A weasel who moves without sign
whacking a captured abalone against a stone?
No weasel moves without sign
in the company of an otter with a teddy-bear face and imploring hands
No otter moves without sign
Without forepaws that lift and carry human rivals
And no humans move without flesh and bone
without a winter badger’s rabbit stole
No humans move without You
Nothing moves without sign
Nothing moves without You
You has two skins, one within
cha cha gloves
and a winter badger’s rabbit stole
You was once flesh and blood
now You is skin and bone
Please return me to You
to a winter badger’s flesh and bone