Friday, March 9, 2018


grey whiteness of fog against still invisible ridge

sound of bird chirping on branch in left foreground

through which the feeling we become subject, become

portrait squared, perform function, past each other

those poems like exercises lacking the bottom notes

of the chord that would anchor them to some feeling

grey whiteness of fog still against invisible ridge

white line of wave breaking to the right of channel

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