Sunday, September 18, 2016


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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