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Undone, appropriational, virilocal,
the long childhood of the white-winged moth —
otherwise, only the limbs are cooked and served —
displacing difference with an occurrence
of arithmetic, watching the coal on the river
move, god in the little space of himself
delivering judgments on sunlight
and tossing time into the air sportingly
might be a man whose secrets keep him
talking, but for the listening against synonym.
Why ask my name as you draw me to your fire?
It is time for the evening prayer, dreamless dust —
gravitational introspection borne
the way light survives the waking on the lips.
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erasure
ralph
adamo
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