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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