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23 Aug 2008

Vespers (68)

line between a lifted daylight
toward inevitable darkness
holds itself apart

breath, breath

I crane my neck first

story in my pores stiffens soft flesh
especially unshared transparency

screens divide our understanding
screens smooth under
standing

whole

tilled place to plant a stone

accrues while I delay the syllables
left toward you

when does substance meld with day
will symptoms come to life again

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