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18 Aug 2007

Vespers (10)

very nearly morning
you are
sleeping

gravity
refashions dream
into grainy daylight

the point is
is not
love

thy
neighbor or
thyself in her

in him as
further self
containment

quiet
exacts whispers
to feed itself

thus poise overtakes
the soft
moment

selfing
furnished play
in new arrangements

it is morning
repeatedly pale
convergence

of
what happened
that did not

preferring time tables
flexible and
condensed

maybe
the hurt
of daylight lifts

thus and perhaps
can be
remade

into
hushed gentling
as in plant

life made strong
as flexible
flowers

outlast
lightning and
accompanying noise set

to convene mid-
brain to
be

held
and spoken
to nearby haloes

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