Sarte Erasure

The earlier majority, as if to ask the day
not wishing anguish is past,
surpassing to the extent
across the fact.

The mode apprehends this
instant, again.
Permanent nothingness.
Yesterday, a synthetic situation.

Play seemed a former memory.
Order more, remake it freely.
My fact is another,
disappointing like boneless flesh,

alone as the day, having the circle of
resolution, the fact of myself,
not past good resolutions.
Which vain condition is ignorance?

A view would come, effective, in action
we shall not question. Only show this
established structure, this existence
of description, either indeed, unrealized.

Ashbery Erasure

My hurting, many say,
off to it, which to it may
so about it. Or, cover a shame
by this night, to and of flames...

To so recoup the start, this, the
how, the transaction: fear the best new things,
new season. Others, the ours in weeping,
the them in pajamas--the underneath,
a belief, never much hoping "out" was "yes."
One cannot account for it.