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13 Jan 2008

Vespers (40)

present tense appoints
itself new morning
already past the point
of being palped

I notice you here
in my field
of spree
now I define you

as close to me
as spring is
the beginning yearly
poised to romp

and thus I simulate
beginning every day
midnight perennially
past forthcoming

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