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Green Axes by Greg Berns is fine cerebral poetics that causes you to pause and think, with a chewy residual chewy bone to ponder upon. When he says, "space is space is a space, it is what it wants to beacon", flares went up in my mind that I knew would keep me awake, with its concealed light. There's a Mathematical precision to language, "Bodies turning around like funnels, to explore the upper quartile of direct energy," intriguing turn of phrases, "The exercise to exceed the bite", as a quaint definition of dieting, "An interrobang interrogative in-turn", as quasi humerous sexual innuendo. There is a quiet restrained beauty and depth in Time Travel, "The Proforma of intellectual glitter coating the dark Causal spur like tunnels.Many futures looking forward and back..." In Bony Subsistence "Our mouths the gaze of another's wounds" scintillators.A glimpse, a sense of the soul of the author, in La Santisima, where he apologizes for lack of courage, and speaks of a "place and time of dedication, a delicate desperation" which to me is a thematic tell of the entire book.Deliciously unusual use of language..."No room but in gaps, No beauty but in gapes", and he coins his unique term for it "Densely-dispelled language." The nineteenth page blasted me away with its gorgeous experiment, language like a flick of the switch, lights on and off again..."I know not which I speak, the room knows", explores how subtext delivers implicit truth without the poet's explicit permission. The gifts that will outlast the intellectual calibre or Surrealist landscape of this book, ( as in Obliteration), is a sheer sparse pulsating beauty, "The sky turns into a mouth of charms, a throat of stars." Green Axes delivers the promise of brilliant luminous poetry of "Space", spaces, and the spaces in between.