Sunday, September 18, 2016

9.10


light coming into sky above shadowed slope of ridge

sound of birds calling from branches across from it


perspective “as writing,” repetitions comparable to

“too,“ what is conscious, letter “before the world“


process in mind as a quality of many voices singing

together, on paper becomes a long linear repetition


grey whiteness of fog against top of shadowed ridge

diagonal white wave breaking in windless grey plane


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