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And though your shadow just by cooling down…

And though your shadow just by cooling down dries the way leaves bring back the dead with not even a footpath the snow can hold on to—cold is how galaxies are held in huddle weightless in the window closest to … Continue reading

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Even the dying wince, their stench…

Even the dying wince, their stench makes you gag—you can’t ask must rely on their skin and its yellowing glaze with just enough sunlight left for directions back —they languish at night looking for what must be those tiny rocks … Continue reading

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The glaze from your stone…

The glaze from your stone shelters this sink, carved by its constant drip for shoreline and more foam —twice every day I shave to make room though my beard never has a chance trembling in graveyard grass —I begin each … Continue reading

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Struck from behind and the Earth…

Struck from behind and the Earth as if you could get away with it —in the dark this yard half-slush, half-mist, thickening not yet another moon though the dirt you skimmed off has lost its hold, lifts and from the … Continue reading

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Embedded and this statue…

Embedded and this statue still tightening its grip tries to revive the horse expects its crumbling reins to smell from leather and crowding—you squint the way the general looks for a small thing encased in a season exactly where he … Continue reading

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Except for the new suit…

Except for the new suit the boy in the photograph is starting to wave again though you dust its frame half sweetened wood, half no longer exhausted drawing sap and the rag damp from brooding–you spray then wipe, ready this … Continue reading

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There is skin even the sky…

There is skin even the sky seeps through–both arms weighted down though you are flying through dirt and under this faucet hear it clouding over already hillside and grass –you listen for water broken apart by the handfuls making room, … Continue reading

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You count with your throat…

You count with your throat drink from waiting lists as if these stones are nourished end over end–test their glow for hidden sores and darkness that want to circle back touch you on the neck the way shores pass each … Continue reading

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It’s this thin envelope, empty, closed…

It’s this thin envelope, empty, closed gasping for air though your knuckles are still flickering–what you hold was never mailed, lets you rest read the address over and over just to move it further off away from this boiling mountainside … Continue reading

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With each handful you dead…

With each handful you dead breathe in, nourished by dirt by these leaves half stone half come to a stop–without a breeze your mouth smells from some quarry that has no past–you are fed among flowers and slowly behind go … Continue reading

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This dirt still mimics sweat…

This dirt still mimics sweat lies down alongside, unsure your lips would quiet it though the finger that is familiar probably is yours—could be enough has already learned to point —in time it will silence even your shadow without pulling … Continue reading

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You approach from above…

You approach from above expect the sun at your back, the sink blinded by spray the way every stream is born knowing how scrapes bottom till its stones ignite explode into oceans then islands broken apart for the skies still … Continue reading

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Always more—stepping stones…

Always more—stepping stones scented with the slow bend in a river burning itself out —they tire easily are lying on the grass winding things up though sometime the sound comes from the small rocks breaking off for the dead then … Continue reading

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Not the paper you write on…

Not the paper you write on yet your arms are warmed the way each mother all night will feed her child’s first cry open one breast for food the other without a sound though you can still make out where … Continue reading

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You teach this rag how, fold in…

You teach this rag how, fold in its corners, edges, to close and afterwards wood is everywhere lies down inside you as if there is still a place no longer rising to the surface though all dust is patient smells … Continue reading

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This envelope never dries, her name…

This envelope never dries, her name tightening a faceless turn that has the sky to itself —she is still leaving, rising thinning out while your hand still damp holds on to a curtain that is not a dress and between … Continue reading

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You limp and her casket…

You limp and her casket breaking open, its splinters lose hold and this dirt is water again, each ripple wider and wider drags ashore though the pebble you tossed covers the sea with a darkness that spends its life drowning … Continue reading

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It’s hopeless! every nail…

It’s hopeless! every nail exhausted, falls over as if the treeline —there’s not enough air though the hammer, half relentless, half turning back the way all rescue begins just below the horizon for leverage—Casey the nail you lift up can … Continue reading

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You shave so the rain…

You shave so the rain can’t stop—twice every day as if the sky were twins half shoreless, half too heavy and these rotary blades reaching take-off speed —you climb the way this mirror fills with water, becomes some boy shaking … Continue reading

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Half jack, half when the ace…

Half jack, half when the ace finds its way back and the vague stomp each time you deal a spade —you teach the kids dead ends and random turns half cards, half burial grass —you say take the risk bet! … Continue reading

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As if its nest is too shallow this branch…

As if its nest is too shallow this branch tests for rocks the way streams are nourished by some sea whose roots still reach out for shoreline and stars already drinking from the night sky – you wait for the … Continue reading

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It’s a risk, these clouds…

It’s a risk, these clouds gathered in the open, grow huge take on the shape they need though once inside this jar escape is impossible – you collect a cloud whose mist no one studies anymore, comes from a time … Continue reading

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You come here to bathe – the dirt…

You come here to bathe – the dirt warm though the ocean underneath is breaking apart on the rocks – you almost drown, crushed by the immense light covered over grave after grave and all these stones adrift beneath your … Continue reading

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To clear your lips – a simple wipe…

To clear your lips – a simple wipe though once spread out your sleeve fills with shoreline follows on its own, washed with enormous wings shaken off the stale crumbs half sand, half seabirds half before each meal –you don’t … Continue reading

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These graves listen to you…

These graves listen to you though they lean too far half side to side, half taking hold your spine, blinded in front by sunlight, in back by its endless bending down as if together these bones would steady you, in … Continue reading

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