light coming into clouds above
black plane of ridge
sound of wind moving through
branches in foreground
transform the object into form of,
senses of visual
phases, images equivalent to
findings, solid bodies
word sound in which “meaning” is
no longer intended
each day so to speak covered over
by some new forms
pink red lines of clouds above
still shadowed ridge
line of pelicans flapping to the
right toward point
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