light coming into fog against
still invisible ridge
sound of jet passing over pine
branch in foreground
surrounds it emerges, not for the
fact that absence
that, in such practice as effect,
not thought sense
reading Stein transcript, I think
more and more not
of sentences and words but of
letters and syllables
grey whiteness of fog still
against invisible ridge
diagonal white line of wave
breaking across channel
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