light grey white rain cloud
against invisible ridge
sound of jet passing over pine
branch in foreground
one who knew how to walk, out of
step with the time
finally moves out beyond, first,
already continuous
situation in which we find
ourselves in relation to
thereby the event in that way
first becomes “there”
grey rain cloud against invisible
shoulder of ridge
white wave breaking into windblown
mouth of channel
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