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There is no breathing
of course, you can sit
the army has already
been here wind
has come and gone they
have left a souvenir
i put it all in the letter
time passed briskly
which slows everything
down inserted between
two points in the
mind weeded quickly
wanders unaided easy
& natural muffled
putative singing
surface disunity nervous
if mock surprise systems match
point of exalted thing offering
salvation lacking philosophical suffocation in
the stream where oranges
float diversion or refusal phraseology
evidence too
warding off to be helpful circumstantial
at risk withheld a replica
the trees sad clouds angry
tricked into honesty
corners of lips weary costume
shoulders & feet in
all directions
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jane joritz nakagawa |