light in window opposite unmade
yellow and blue bed
fog against invisible plane of
ridge across from it
form without rotation relative to
system shall call
as a line present motion rises to
velocity of light
recalling echoing singing back and
forth of cicadas
one thinks about how to engage
with what’s going on
grey whiteness of fog against
still invisible ridge
line of boat lights on horizon to
the left of point
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