bird
song and silence
simultaneous
our calmest thoughts unpeopled dream
if it be well so all is well
some small lives in the undergrowth persuade
how do you say this how extricate or think
it worth your while to pass sentence on the welter
the plethora of pungencies deleted
fear of smother
of circumstance
intention this
part slow part
heartfelt loadstone let grief
be called resistance
as we lay our common-
places down
the belt unbuckled and laid by
his shadow something I didn't think to keep
and everything I write in expiation of the heat and shrivel
rubble of conjecture cast off
as one returning shifts about
things seeming smaller and turns
away or toward do you recognise
yourself in this
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