Gates, Or Gates, Or Both

Not
Not two things, not one, not the other
Not hidden, not under, not in, not out, not both

And
And more, and two things, and golden
And the cypher, the evergreen, next Thursday, vanishing thoughts made of silver, yes threads woven in simple circles, kindling always kindling, a blazing flame that waits in supine cold, of summer, linking blows, feeling wind, a regatta as performed by broken glass, the cuts the cuts, and this, and that, and the other thing, and always, and never, and and and and and
And all those things that never were

Or
Or one
Or the other
Or both

Could both? 
If find was solitary, there is never yet.
		
Yellow fiction, yellow system, yellow life, yellow breath
			Construction made or broke or made and broke
	Metalepsis means I’ve got to catch the bird, 
				I’ve got to kill the bird,
						and 
				bring 
								it 
										to 
								a 
						pallid death

And birds
And death
Or pallid gliders, shot dead by the kiss of Gosper’s gun

Nor anything, 
		nor any man				Xor false, 
					nand true
In
	 	s
 	 	 	i
	 	l
			 	 	e
					 	 	 	n
		 	c
	 	e

Immanence, and 
apotheosis
Material, or 
transcendent
Contention, not accord
			 	 	 Ontology
 	 	 	 in
blankets
	The one that chokes your thoughts like silver
		The one that steals the truth in doses
		 	 	 	The
	 	 	one
			 	 	 	that
leaves
	 	it
		 	 	all
			 	 	untold.

The one that falls beneath the precipice
Or tears and gnashes and cries, not loves
Or both

Or both.