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as always, my body was cold and did not want / to make the journey

and these realities of rain

and the long light through the bright green grass : and the shooshing of the lake : vastly as frays : the open seam of sky : sussing it : how am I : notly to : unmake it : imperfectly : as when it : all began

Insipid covid days

where you are l, the day is / over, and the rocks along the seawall / in their cage

How I’m losing the horizon / to the lake

more vengeful than stupid, the body / and I cannot think just now / of an adequate lie

Everything’s changed / and nothing has. I wait / for the promised rain.

May all beings be susceptible to joy

night fell and the hands of night

Evening in the houses / branches cast their shadows / an ordinary light

The beautiful cage of the vast glass cube

& sky, its utter blue / of zenith of zephyr, of air / receiving & reflecting / oceanic / atmosphere, current / of the current wind / & here / on earth a harbor / sunlit cove

the time before / the time before

Fields of stubble corn unfurl / rolls of silver cloud

Bejesus atmospherics

the sorrowful intensities of air

you were there in the usual way

So you have placed me placeless / undering and wise / you who know not wonder / know not awe

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